A REQUEST TO GOD
Don’t hurt me so much,
I am praying to you O GOD.
Don’t separate me from my love,
don’t make my life so hard.
I can’t imagine my life,
Without the person whom I love.
If I don’t deserve her,
Then what else I deserve?
My heart is crying,
But no one see my tears.
But why don’t u listen my cries?
Have you closed your ears?
Why is she going away?
Is not my love strong?
Please tell me O God,
What I did so wrong?
For me without her,
My life is like a hell.
Then how to live without her,
O God please tell.
I request u my Lord,
Not to ignore my pain.
What to do with my life,
Please God, just think again.
Ajay Kumar Lahoria
R.S.Pura
THE BITTER REALITY…
I see a place in my dreams,
where the pleasant sun starts the day.
Near the pure water of the blue streams,
I see the fishes and frogs play.
It’s a place, where people are full of life,
so the weather’s never dull and grey.
Where the pretty husbands and pretty wives,
for not just their child,
but for every child, they pray,they pray.
There’s no poor, as everyone shares,
and of the angry, of the greedy, no one, not a single is aware.
Where there are real humans, the reals.
Full of mercy, hope & joy ,
and it’s the place, where our father seals
his powers- so that they aren’t destroyed.
BUT…
when my eyes are opened,
I see everything dull and grey;
everyone is overburdened,
and there’s no one who cares.
Where happiness and mercy,
is not at all present,and pride and money,
are for people everything.
Hatred and sorrow rules the land,
innocence is gone perpetually.
I feel that not even the stroke of a magic wand,
can undo this BITTER REALITY!
Akshiti Sharma, Std.X
Carmel Convent High School
FIVE DAYS OF DIGNITY
Sometimes dark, crimson, scarlet,
Sometimes ruby red; sometimes the hue of cherries,
Or sometimes pitch-black as blackberries,
Such is the colour of the blood
That begat human life.
Forcing its way down the narrow passage,
It glistens with the light of life.
It has produced the highest of the highest,
And the meanest of the meanest.
Falling drop by drop like a tap unguarded,
And sometimes gushing like the flow of a stream in turmoil,
Sometimes soothing like a lullaby,
And at other times, ferocious and violent like
Broken floodgates that could sweep everything away.
This is the same blood flowing in your veins,
Then why are you afraid of it?
Do not loathe it; it has given you birth.
Value its worth, for without it,
Ours would have been a hollow existence, a sham.
Relegating this blood to the margins,
You pride on your aesthetic,
refined sensibilities.
What for?
This blood has engendered
our past and present.
So stop whispering, say aloud,
For five days, I bleed – not my fault,
Do not make it a taboo.
I’ll wear white, touch pickle, seek pleasure,
For this is not a period of gloom.
I’ll revolt, I’ll rebel, I’ll soar high in the skies,
Because…
I’m never DOWN.
Apoorva Shekher
New Delhi
TIME NEVER EXCUSES FOR YOUR FAULTS
You may not have a watch to know exact time
But the first crow of a cock makes that sublime
Makes you to get up as the day is rightly awake
Books desire you to the lessons to sincerely take
If the time is gone you can’t run any of the race
Don’t brood afterwards if you have some grace
Time is divided in hours, minutes and seconds
But once it passes, it would never runs errands
By whiling away your time in any of useless way
You can’t make it good, any way you may sway
Those, who have attained success in any of field
Remained steadfast, not to basic norms they yield
Successful people around, have burnt midnight oil
When you were sleeping, they had so much toiled
School drop-outs, lethargic, careless, do fail in life
Hard-working, punctual, careful, ascend the heights
Thus, time used thoughtfully gives the right success
Wasting this precious free gift aimlessly brings stress
Once lost, time never excuses us ever for our faults
It makes us weep forever, if once it is aimlessly lost
Yugindu Raizada
ASCOMS, Sidhra, Jammu.
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