Saturday, 19 September 2015


How does London’s moon look down?
With extra shine from queen’s posh crown?
Does it smolder just the same?
Does is whisper out your name? 
I bet it speaks with British charm,
To crush my heart with further harm.

Do Scotland’s stars burn just as bright? 
Making you feel like you’ll take fancy flight?
Gazing from across the pond,
Do they sing a sweet and airy song?
Oh, maybe you can make a wish
That our hearts won’t be as apart as this.

-Khushi Jain