My Unwanted Classes
I read my classes
From 8 to 12
The time that passes
My teacher teaching like a chatter of an elve
It’s a little boring
I just give some excuses
Like my throat is soaring
In my mind, I just give abuses
I’m just sitting like a stupid idol
My hands folded on the table
Like pulling a horse’s bridle
The voices around are closely like sitting near a stable
Oh-O-Oh-O-O
It’s my class
I don’t wanna study
But I remember I just have study till the last
I – just – wanna – play in the muddy
I don’t wanna study
My throat is soaring
By reading those books
I am scaring
By teachers horrifying looks
Oh-O-Oh-O-O
I wanna be free
And want a freedom
I want the feeling of glee
The feeling of glee
The feeling of glee
I wanna be free
I wanna be free
Mahin Mahajan
6D, Jodhamal Public School
True creator
O Lord , You are the true creator,
Of this whole Universe you are the lone adminstrator.
Out of thousand galaxies that surround us,
Our Earth is just like a dot in this universe.
From those micro insects to human beings,
You take care of everybody’s well being.
The tree of life you planted on this Earth,
You feed every creature and there is no dearth.
You made this planet without boundaries,
But man divided it into several territories.
You made all these years, months and days,
Your path of truth and honesty no one obeys.
The castle built by human out of greed,
One day he will pay for his deed.
O Lord if I count your blessings one by one,
The moon, the stars and the rising sun.
Tarandeep Singh
Singh Pura, Miran Sahib.
A RAY OF HOPE
When the dark breaks and the dawn is gone
There in the midst of the horizon arises a ray.
A ray to see the sun again
Or may be to see the sun for the one last time.
The emptiness fills the sky with the stars of hope , to still look forward to life.
Somewhere between the dark of the night
And the light of the stars juggles
My heart pounding hard .
Reminiscing the past , the future bounces up to grab
My attention ye I fail to embrace the present.
There’s a yearning to rise above all the trifles .
To untangle the fetters of the dreading turmoil.
So, Here in the dark with the stars I have a light,
A ray holding up a promise to again see the twilight.
Divyanshi Sharma
Greater Jammu
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