I was in 8th (13 yrs old) when i wrote this down. That pic is a souvenir.

Sitting on my bed,
Doing my dear subject's homework.
Calculations on my head,
"Ba bye," current said.

Swift cool breeze I can feel,
Which give me a sense of being in Kashmir.
Pitter-patter raindrops I can hear
That makes my heart cheer.

The Petrichor, I can smell
Heaven on earth I'd tell.
What a glee even to the blind eye.
Pity! a sharp eye can't find.

What a lovely gift to the mankind,
For all worries, are left behind.