DAUGHTERS
The Daughter
“The Best Lines ever said by a Man…..”
When I was born, A Woman was there to hold me……
My Mother
As I grew up as a child, A woman was there to care & play with me…..
My Sister
I went to school, A Woman was there to Help me Learn……
My Teacher
I needed Compatibility, Company & Love,
A Woman was there for me..
My Wife
I became tough, A Woman was there to melt me…..
My Daughter
When I will die, A Woman will be there to absorb me in…….
Motherland
If you are a Man, Value Every Woman…
If you are a Woman, Feel Proud to be one
Your little girl will hold your hand for only a little while…
but will hold your heart for a life time.
It’s Daughter’s Week
If you have a daughter who makes your life
worth living by just being around –
and you love her as much as your
own Breath …
R.C.Sharma,
Jammu
Just love him
This world once called the human saviour,
Has now become their abattoir
These purple headed mountains once humming with choirs
Have now become their utter satire
The rivers once running and splasing the water,
Have strangly become full of horror
The sunset and the morning that brighten the sky
Has betrayed us yet frightens ever a fry,
Now where to go when near one are far
Whom to tell when listners are deaf
Whom to love when world is heartless
Whom to rely on when all are mean
Just believe God ! Who is never seen
Yet make for us sun and moon beams
An hold our hand whenever we scream
And the worst phases of life fade like a dream
Just love him ! Just love him ! Just love him!
GMHSS Doda
The Voice Of The
Unheard – Unseen
The hustle and bustle was a signal
To the rustle of presenting a voice,
Perhaps, too dull.
Who could have heard?
Who could have seen?
The perturbed sorrowfulness of the
Meek-weak soul,
The maelstrom of the rushing hours.
Who could have heard?
Who could have seen?
The hidden turmoil on the blushing cheeks,
The innocence on a child’s face,
The arrogance in a lady’s way,
The subtle style of a lad-
All voices unheard, all manners unseen –
Who could have heard!
Who could have seen!
Aditi Magotra
GCW, Gandhinagar.
Colossus of Hope
An aura of change
A necessity of set free
The garb of indoctrination
A new chapter must begin
Young minds picked like Jasmine
Ah ! The fragrant fresh perspective
Behold ; A diaphaniety of to see
Passion for technology to seek
Bounty of progress must not freeze
Power means not greed
Spicky hatred to shun and sweet
love to preach
God binds not divides
Tower of peace to reach
Create, adventure, innovate
Toil to modern dimensions
Fire of pragmatism must ignite
Bubbly energy never to yield
Broad horizons untravelled
Make a clarion call
Join hands with the vibrant youth
The colossus of hope they truly are.
Rakhi Dogra
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