AN ANGEL
There once lived a lovely girl
With face so bright like a pearl
Her hair were like strands of love
Her innocence was such as of dove
She was the prettiest thing one had ever seen
Her soul was so tranquil, so serene
Her cheeks were softest of all
Her eyes were deep like fall
The girl was a heavenly angel from God’s place
That had come to bless the human race
What life did with her was unfair
To tell her story I have dared
She’s not here anymore
Those who killed her closed humanity’s door
That angel, she was raped
That poor thing could not be saved
Some put the blame on her beauty
Some of them showed pity
But it wasn’t her mistake
It was of those who raped
How many more ‘Nirbhayas’ have to be there?
So that people will try to make this place fair
We have to protect our women
We have to protect them from these demonic men
She wasn’t the first
She won’t be the last
To go through such inhuman act
We have to stop this, we have to react.
Nandita Khajuria
Class 9th
Delhi Public School, SMVDU
Do not Quit
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re walking seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sadness,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is strange with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow–
You may succeed with another blow,
Success is failure turned inside out–
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit–
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.
Anikait Gupta
Daviet College, Jalandhar
H.No.44 Lower Laxmi Nagar Sarwal, Jammu
END OF LIFE..!
The poem is about the real gold,
A person who was very old,
Who was a friend of someone,
But just a burden on his young one.
I was one of the neighbours
As though the old man was a labour,
One day looking at his house,
The old was treated as a mouse.
One day watching TV, the old was laughing,
Resting and happy, he behaved as ungrown,
There came the homemaker feeling fidgeting,
She looked at him with anger,
As garbage unthrown.
No one called him inside,
The old lift his hand holding a knife,
He alone spend the whole night
And the morning saw the
END OF HIS LIFE….
Biraj Gupta
KC International School
Students
School is like a temple,
whatever we wish, we get
And that is why, all the students
have a dimple
Whatever we say, the
students don’t mind
As they are very much kind
All the students faces are not red
As they are kept in one thread
They are always bright
As our school motto is
knowledge is light
They don’t do fashion
As they take study as a passion
Books are their buddy
As they do study
The students don’t weep
As they do study and don’t sleep
We have many activities like music,
library, art & dance
As the students don’t waste
their time at any chance
They cover distance which is very long
As they are very much strong
Rashi Aga
6th Class, KCIS,
Jammu
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