THE HARD REALITY
Now this is the truth
That humanity have become brutal
We are in state of never ending wars now
And we are just troubling everyone somehow
Humanity is going so far
Our morality is becoming untrue
We are doing everything so rude
But still hoping for goods views
The world is going through hell
But our lips are held
Nothing to say, nothing to do
Everyone just watching what we are going through
Everything is bounded in the spells
Nothing to do but still hope for well
No humanity is left
Everyone just grasping their wealth
This is tuge of war between human and god
The world is full of optimism
No one is going for heroisim
We have to save the world
For the sake of our own good
This is where human lie
And less give humanity a try
Monika Sharma
A POEM FOR MOM
You are the sunlight in my day,
You are the moon I see far away.
You are the tree lean upon,
You are the one that makes troubles be gone.
You are the one who taught me life,
How not to fight, and what is right.
You are the words inside my song,
You are my love, my life, my mom.
You are the one who cares for me,
You are the eyes that help me see.
You are the one who knows me best,
When it’s time to have fun and time to rest.
You are the one who has helped me to dream,
You heart my heart and you hear my screams.
Afraid of life but looking for love,
I’m blessed, for God sent you from above,
You are my friend, my heart, and my soul
You are the greatest friend I know,
You are the words inside my song,
You are my love, my life, my Mom…
Younis Bhat
Govt. PG College Rajouri
HALF-VOICE
Like a farmer, I grow my words as crop
In the barren land of paper,
Like a gardener, I water my word-pot,
With my half-voice,
My twenty years have been shed
From the tree of hope
Hoping one day I took could speak
Likewise my other friends do.
I’ve lost my twenty years
without filling voice in my words
Is there any mathematician who can calculate
How long it will take for
my words to have their own voice?
How long it will take for
my voice to recite my own words?
Rain often come to my roof
telling me to flood my words in paper
Wind often sit on my window telling me to fly my words
Even beyond the reach of great voices
Moon had once disclosed his secret with me
That even he has some blackspots on him
Sun also told me once that even
He does not remain equally
bright through out the day.
At last Nature came to my door suggesting me
To treat my ‘Half-Voice’ as virtue
And try to be a stammerer who will complete
His half voice with is own words.
Abhishek Jandial
MIET, Jammu
ECT, 7th sem
IMPENDING DEATH
O’ Death, Tarry a little,
why are you in such haste?
I have to travel long & settle many a score
You ruthless, merciless, ignominious wait
Till I fulfill the promises, I kept on Earth
And I reach my goal
I wonder, should man ever keep a word.
And fulfill it to achieve ther desired goal
It is seamless, a mirage in the desert
It appears, reappears and still disappears
It is illusive from the minds eye.
I cannot wait to see you
fill all your ambitions
Your countless desires and
ever soaring wants
Outnumber the allotted precious moments,
Allotted to me by ‘His majesty’
Where you make, and I devastate,
So be it, you follow my footsteps only
Whenever you grow longer,
I get disturbed
For you hold the sword
to scare m. ‘O’ Death’
You come at your appointed time to take me.
But don’t disappoint me in advance.
Death keeps no calendar
But it keeps when it is imminent
For it comes by inches
B L Koul
Pandokha Colony,
Paloura, Jammu
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