PALS
Bestowed with deity’s finest creation
Blessed with pals for recreation.
For all the childish fights we had,
Recalling which makes us glad
Never knew the moments we spend,
One day,will make our sorrows to mend.
Turning up book’s leaves,
Now make us everyone please.
The innocent smiling faces
Removing our sorrows with pace
Cursing for growing up,
Real reason for splitting us.
An era we left long ago
Can’t be fetched how far we go.
The days spent well,
Dying to live them again like hell.
A joyful era, sweet as chime,
Just passed in no time.
A thought in mind still persist
A temptation hard to resist.
If we get a chance to reborn,
I want us to be gems of same crown.
Amandeep Dogra,
NIT Srinagar
DREAMS
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Mohd Sohail Mir,
10th Class
KV 1 Gandhi Nagar
Jammu
Why I Became A Teacher
Since childhood I had a vision,
Had to do something from
my own creation,
Went to School followed the Teachers,
To me they were the Gods.
Our teachers taught us well,
They made up our life very well,
Their teaching was extraordinary,
Treated us as their children,
not ordinary.
I had a special respect for them,
Who taught me and made me a Gem,
I also followed their path,
And now as a teacher, I teach a lot.
I finish the syllabus
as early as possible,
Make the topic as easy as possible,
Try to make them good social beings,
Help to develop the society and its genes,
Our students do not need tuition,
The headmaster, masters and teachers,
Not ordinary but special creatures,
Please come and visit our school,
It’s obviously a model
for other Govt. Schools
Sunil Sharma
Govt. Girls High School
Pallanwala
Love
Love is selfish, it is kind,
It is a game of heart not of mind.
Love is the answer for every question,
But it itself is tough
mathematical problem,
And it is solution that
every one seeks,
Love is the language
that everyone speaks.
Love is precious and it is free,
Love is like magic, of heaven’s
golden tree.
Love is a mystery,
and sometimes it creates history.
Love is immortal, it never dies,
It gives you pleasure
and countless pain,
But it is the ultimate treasure
that everyone wants to gain.
Aryan koul (9th c)
K.V. Bantalab,
Jammu.
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