by Zahraa R. Memon Grade : 9th, St. Kabir School, Navrangpura
In twilight’s tender, fading glow,
Where whispers of the day recede,
A tulip farm begins to show
The gentle peace all hearts might need.
Beneath a sky of velvet blue,
Where stars in silent vigil stand,
Each tulip’s face, with morning dew,
Awaits the touch of nature’s hand.
The moon, with soft and silver grace,
Caresses every petal bright,
And in this sacred, quiet place,
The heart finds solace in the night.
A breeze, so soft, it scarcely stirs,
Yet brings a warmth, a sweet embrace,
It whispers love in secret spurs,
And dances in this tranquil space.
A symphony of night descends,
As owls and crickets softly play,
Their melodies in twilight blend,
And guide the wandering heart’s delay.
Beneath the stars, a gentle hum,
The earth’s own lullaby so sweet,
It bids the restless soul to come,
And find its rhythm in the beat.
Here, every tulip tells a tale,
Of hope renewed, of love so deep,
Their colors in the night unveil
The promises the heart can keep.
For in this field, where tulips bloom,
Beneath the sky’s eternal dome,
The soul finds peace, dispels all gloom,
And feels at last, it has come home.