Poetry by Aadhya Banerjee (Poetry 4)
Whenever I try to smell a rose, I feel a kind of allergy in nose. Whenever I sit on a chair, Strong wind blows my hair. Whenever I try to sleep in my bed, Over thinking comes in my head. Sometimes I see a colourful dream That I ride a mountain of cream. Whenever I get afraid, My ears get red. When my mother bits my arm, I feel no more harm. When I want to be a writer, My writing skill says, "use your finger". Whenever I cut my nails, I remember my incoming mails. Whenever I write this with my heart, My brain thinks I am getting smart.