MY PRAYER
My pains,
Your smiles,
Together we were,
Alone I was,
For miles,
Some vows,
Under skies,
Who cares,
Broken stars,
Silent cries,
My prayers
Those gods,
Eyes opened,
All lies,
All frauds,
Cleaning,laundering,
Bodies,clothes,
Scars,souls,
Wondering,wandering.
Amit Singh
Poonch
I’M SORRY “MY CHILD”
O MY CHILD, when I get Old,
Please remember the words to you I told,
I hope you understand and have patience with me,
for I cut myself for you to live in glee.
In case I break a plate or spill soup on the table,
Remember older people are weak, to handle are unable,
for I’m losing my eyesight, don’t yell at me,
I have lost my strength, only hazy do I see..
When my hearing gets worse and can’t
hear what you say,
I hope you don’t call me ‘deaf ‘ and write what you say,
when my knees get weaker, please help me get up,
I hope you have patience and remember how I brought you up…
When I keep repeating myself like a broken record,
I hope you keep listening to me and value the cord,
I’m sorry my child, I’m getting older,
Please hold my hand and behave like a soldier
When the time comes, I’ll get sick and bedridden,
I hope you have the patience and not
let me forbidden,
I’m not going to last much longer anyways,
Please take care of me during my last few days……
I’m sorry my child, I’m getting older,
I’m sorry my child, I’m getting older…….
Kulbhushan Gupta
WAY TO SUCCESS
If u work on your goals,
They work on u
If u acts on your plans,
They start creating u
If u work on your dreams.
They shape your future
If u works on problems,
Soon u’ll be a part of answer
Determine your goals and make it your passion
Have the patience and achieve your ambition
Winners are always a part of team
There is no shortcut or any scheme
If u want to achieve success
Build positive self-esteem.
Sonika Verma
Central University, Jammu
The lost opportunity
As I look through my window
I see the children playing merrily round the willows,
oblivious of the worldly blows.
Alas! there are some who reflect a situation of juxtapose .
Those unfortunate lads are cursed,
They toil for hours,
And are devoid of the blissful showers,
Being ruled by the words of the nerds
who deprive them from being free birds.
To them childhood is a lost opportunity,
a farfetched reality across the rivers peninsulas,
for their life draws upon the cinemas
of a two letter pardox-:child-labour,
Oh my friend! These two words are akin to a sabre,
ripping their souls for their future goals.
Life is a mere compromise for them,
Whence they are trapped in a vicious circle of an unlucky gem
Poverty is the only factor
And its time to close this chapter.
Their right to a better life is still due
And those in power need to add it to the queue of the things to get through.
Though there are laws for the same
Yet many amongst us flout the game
And there after their childhood refuses to sprout again.
Perhaps! Their only fault was they were not born with a silver spoon in mouth and thus were foredoomed to feed their masters’ mouths…
Saloni Gupta
Lovely Professional Universitys’
Canal Road
Jammu.
Bring back my valley
Something inside has not grown
Child in me, still forlorn
What was sowed, never reaped
Alas! Only abhorrence was heaped
What got started, never ended
Innocent friendship was dented
Birthday cakes, wafers, candies perished
Before memories could be cherished
Fields, farms, friends was my abode
One thick night, thrown like a truckload
Friends turned foe, goaded by grown-ups
Coaxed to follow, just like little pups
That moment, I lost my childhood
Out of my hearth, like lakhs in the wild wood
Night swallowed my innocence in its girth
Valley is no more, but only a place of birth
Broods long to see Mom’s childhood hideouts
Homes charred, now location is also in doubt
Those moments of goodness,
Sealed in memory now
Smeared, soaked with unbridled giggle and love
Bring back my childhood, bring back my Valley
Bring back those times, when everyone was paly.
Avanti Sopory
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