By Anshika Chamoli
Amidst the lily field
Her radiant face appeared,
different from lilies
drops of curiosity steamed
into arrow of questions .
In faint moonlight,
her attire emerged
as white as snow
As if an Angel with a lovely glow.
I could not hold it and asked,
"What was this girl doing on this ordinary earth"?
She raised her cheeks and told that
even swan sings before her death ,
So does an angel appear on field before mingling with dust .
Some days later I stood before her grave wreath of lilies around her portrait .
Her mother mourns and says ,"My girl your soul will always lie amidst the lily field,"
Her favorite lilies ,
she will always lie amidst the lily field .