THANKS
Thank ‘God’
Who sends us here,
He provides amenities of life,
Light, water and air.
Thank our parents,
Who take our care,
Their ‘Love’ is true,
And their dealings are fair.
Thank our friends,
Who come and play,
Enjoy their company,
Through out the day.
Thank our teacher,
Who gives us good education,
His sincere efforts,
Are his affection.
Thank our neighbour,
Who shares greetings or sorrows,
He offers to lend,
In hours of need, he borrows.
Thank our farmers,
Who provide us grain,
They supply in the market,
And make good gain.
Thank the traders,
Who import and export,
To meet the market needs,
They make money in country’s support.
Thank leaders,
Who lead us well,
Some think of heaven,
Some forget the hell.
Thank the patriots,
Who struggled for freedom,
They over came the slavery,
With unique wisdom.
Vidya Rattan Sharma
Gujroo Nagrota
Billawar, Kathua
THE WORDS
Why is it that I cannot hear
The word so dear
That is meant for me?
Lost in the darkness just inside,
Where I tend to hide
So that I can be free.
Free from other words
That chirp louder than birds
And replay in my memory
That one word that desires the day
As if only to say,
“You can be happy.”
Maybe my heart will have the chance
Just to dance
To a song so lovely
A song with no beat
Only where eyes meet
Swaying to an enchanted melody
I guess in a way
Hopefully someday
Someone could even love me..
Vishal Koul,
Science College, Jammu.
Hard Work
We get up each morning,
and head off to work.
From construction to retail,
and a paper shuffling clerk.
Like the trees in our forests,
our jobs certainly vary.
A super busy schedule,
they commonly carry.
Our work is broken down,
as we focus on each task.
Bosses over our shoulders,
countless questions they ask.
Let’s not forget about,
all those extra long hours.
Evenings are filled,
with exhausted cold showers.
All this hard work,
is not hopeless or bleak.
A career of our choice,
waits at the peak.
We should combine hard work,
with skills that they need.
Throw in some passion,
and we’ll surely succeed.
It takes plenty of effort,
to do the job right.
The end result,
is a simple delight.
Heena Banu
Govt. SPMR College of Commerce , Jammu
Contemplation
Like a dust ridden lonely worn out
Clan fluttered by an Autumnal breeze
On dying of the day
Wherein the joy of its life dwelt
At the mercy of the rude winds
That wounds of partings know not
So are we swept to the doom’s domain
Across the margins of this unreal world
Into the regions unknown
Alack! I have seen human longings turbulent
Beating vainly the doors of despair
Hopes have I seen sick and wearied
I have seen a rose fast withering on a lip
A settled anguish on a wrinkled brow
The waning of the day, I can feel
Thy void as a lone clinging pale yellow leaf
That doth flutter under the foggy veil of
Autumn’s random wind
The bare massed twigs, reminiscences of lofty moments gone by
So do our minutes hasten us I know not where,
I fear, in to sensations
That lie too deep for tears
Basharat Iqbal
Associate Professor of English
GDC- Bhaderwah
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