Why I'm crying  

 

 

Leaning against the great oak,

In the dark night sky,

Weeping, crying miserably,

Without a clue why.

 

Then someone approaches,

Very tall and round,

Takes a seat next to me,

On the soft, wet ground.

 

He asks me why I'm crying

And without a doubt,

I spill my thoughts out to his ears,

What it's all about.

 

I'm crying for those who has no voice,

I'm crying for those who have no choice,

I'm crying for those who want it back,

I'm crying for those who really lack,

Strength, physical ability,

And all it takes just to be me.

 

He said that its not upto me,

There's nothing I can do,

But improve upon who I am

And you can do that too.

 

~ Anisha Kalyani ~

Age: 10,   grade:5