The wolf was merely a cub when it first met Moon,
Moon, no older than she, was as curious and naive,
They exchanged stolen glances, their whispers of love carried by wind’s croon,
The clouds hid the blushing marble orb as the couple came alive.
Moon, no older than she, was as curious and naive,
They exchanged stolen glances, their whispers of love carried by wind’s croon,
The clouds hid the blushing marble orb as the couple came alive.
Young and dauntless, inundated by young love’s overwhelming thrill,
Moon showered the wolf with the honey of love,
But their breathes never conspired together for the Fates were conspiring against Cupid’s will,
Alas! Their sighs were echoed by the gusts of the heaven above.
Moon showered the wolf with the honey of love,
But their breathes never conspired together for the Fates were conspiring against Cupid’s will,
Alas! Their sighs were echoed by the gusts of the heaven above.
They loved for fourteen centuries but Moon’s hope was faltering,
The wolf begged and pleaded him to believe,
But come the sundown and the night of fifteenth, the wolf sensed the joyous breeze altering,
For the sky lay dark and bare, a blotted parchment narrating Moon’s leave.
The wolf begged and pleaded him to believe,
But come the sundown and the night of fifteenth, the wolf sensed the joyous breeze altering,
For the sky lay dark and bare, a blotted parchment narrating Moon’s leave.
And thus was the love tale of the immortal one and her ethereal half,
One loving with unabated fire and the other stealing the wings of dove,
Or perhaps he must have managed to purloin Eros’ wings for you can hear the Fates laugh,
And every time you hear a forlorn and doleful howl, know that it is the wolf calling out to her departed love.
One loving with unabated fire and the other stealing the wings of dove,
Or perhaps he must have managed to purloin Eros’ wings for you can hear the Fates laugh,
And every time you hear a forlorn and doleful howl, know that it is the wolf calling out to her departed love.
Olivia Ghosh
When the sky flared
As if with fire ,
My heart roared
With intense desire ,
The view I'd been yearning to see
Was all that inspired me to be ,
The rousing sky brought in
the fictitious desire to fly
over the illimitable skies,
And glide through the reverent mountains
That edify with the lessons of faith
And never to be afraid of deterrent wraith ,
Now the horizon gloomed with the evening twilight ,
And yet I could not evince it's ethereality into words
That would suffice my fancy
For this alluring world..
As if with fire ,
My heart roared
With intense desire ,
The view I'd been yearning to see
Was all that inspired me to be ,
The rousing sky brought in
the fictitious desire to fly
over the illimitable skies,
And glide through the reverent mountains
That edify with the lessons of faith
And never to be afraid of deterrent wraith ,
Now the horizon gloomed with the evening twilight ,
And yet I could not evince it's ethereality into words
That would suffice my fancy
For this alluring world..
Ruhika Sawant
At fourteen, I am not someone apt or even qualified to judge or criticize Politics. But as a young member of this society, it feels requisite to get my voice heard by the concerned.
The most basic and primitive thing that one can draw from Indian Politics or rather, the Indian Politics of Propaganda is that: In India, “Screams and riots have a greater voice than progress and growth.” It’s not an ‘eye for an eye’ here; it’s every ‘penny for a penny’ in this dog-race. It’s not the progress of the country that decides the next leader, it’s the advertisement s/he does or the banner they put up or every person whom they influence that decides the consequences of the same.
This is what I stand against. In fact, this is what every single Indian should stand against because for a well-developed and proficient country, we need to vote for an excelling governor and not for an inadequate political party. If given a chance, I would like to ask these party leaders some questions. Firstly, rather than paying your party workers for commemorating your victory with loud and meaningless music, why not indulge it into public service? Why Regionalize or even RELIGION-alize politics? Why waste tax-payers money to live an abundant lifestyle? Why don’t you put that money into improving the standard of living of the underprivileged?
Such questions keep on coming, but the most important question mark on such voracious leaders is that – Why is it that all the money that’s supposed to be invested in the name of ‘A Better Future’ is wasted on politicians’ extravagant demands?
And still if our leaders claim that the growth of the country will follow, then, they can surely answer these questions too - Why are their conflicts between the parties that overshadow the purpose of the session in the parliament? Why it is that all the Members of Parliament are wasting time to take a dig at each other in the sessions rather than genuinely discussing the issues that are at hand? Why is there a considerate decline in the yearly sittings of the state assemblies and the parliament? And why is it that not all elected or appointed members are present in the handful of sessions that do take place?
What we want, today, are people who question and a leader who doesn’t shy away from answering those. So when you go to vote in this year’s general election, let the country come first, not your religion, caste, colour or any other differences.
As the Citizens of India, when you go out to cast your vote in the coming elections, ask yourselves, what would you choose:
“Propaganda for Power or Progress for Power?”
The most basic and primitive thing that one can draw from Indian Politics or rather, the Indian Politics of Propaganda is that: In India, “Screams and riots have a greater voice than progress and growth.” It’s not an ‘eye for an eye’ here; it’s every ‘penny for a penny’ in this dog-race. It’s not the progress of the country that decides the next leader, it’s the advertisement s/he does or the banner they put up or every person whom they influence that decides the consequences of the same.
This is what I stand against. In fact, this is what every single Indian should stand against because for a well-developed and proficient country, we need to vote for an excelling governor and not for an inadequate political party. If given a chance, I would like to ask these party leaders some questions. Firstly, rather than paying your party workers for commemorating your victory with loud and meaningless music, why not indulge it into public service? Why Regionalize or even RELIGION-alize politics? Why waste tax-payers money to live an abundant lifestyle? Why don’t you put that money into improving the standard of living of the underprivileged?
Such questions keep on coming, but the most important question mark on such voracious leaders is that – Why is it that all the money that’s supposed to be invested in the name of ‘A Better Future’ is wasted on politicians’ extravagant demands?
And still if our leaders claim that the growth of the country will follow, then, they can surely answer these questions too - Why are their conflicts between the parties that overshadow the purpose of the session in the parliament? Why it is that all the Members of Parliament are wasting time to take a dig at each other in the sessions rather than genuinely discussing the issues that are at hand? Why is there a considerate decline in the yearly sittings of the state assemblies and the parliament? And why is it that not all elected or appointed members are present in the handful of sessions that do take place?
What we want, today, are people who question and a leader who doesn’t shy away from answering those. So when you go to vote in this year’s general election, let the country come first, not your religion, caste, colour or any other differences.
As the Citizens of India, when you go out to cast your vote in the coming elections, ask yourselves, what would you choose:
“Propaganda for Power or Progress for Power?”
Aneesh Parnerkar
As she left the harbour,
the people aboard were all sober.
Waving to their kinsmen,
Sure not to see them for more than days ten.
the people aboard were all sober.
Waving to their kinsmen,
Sure not to see them for more than days ten.
The journey was jolly,
Nothing to worry.
Days flew by past,
Not knowing they might be their last.
Nothing to worry.
Days flew by past,
Not knowing they might be their last.
Then was heard a deafening roar,
Like a lion moaning of its paw sore.
The Titianic had hit an iceberg big,
Telling them to have their graves dig.
Like a lion moaning of its paw sore.
The Titianic had hit an iceberg big,
Telling them to have their graves dig.
The people aboard tried to be brave,
As the ship headed towards its watery grave.
As the ship headed towards its watery grave.
Aayushi Vaidya
It calls, it beckons from within,
It screams out the unheard
It speaks the untold
Never anything but soothing;
Tells me to do the unthinkable.
It is the call of the Voice.
It screams out the unheard
It speaks the untold
Never anything but soothing;
Tells me to do the unthinkable.
It is the call of the Voice.
That one true thread
Entwined among the million magical ones;
Urging me to think the unimaginable;
That one voice which latches on to reality
Yet leads me to a fantasy.
It is the call of the Voice.
Entwined among the million magical ones;
Urging me to think the unimaginable;
That one voice which latches on to reality
Yet leads me to a fantasy.
It is the call of the Voice.
It makes me do things I never had the courage for,
Let’s me imagine the ethereal world.
The ray of creativity, shining in the darkness,
It clasps my hand and leads me on
Through the road of my heart.
It is the call of the Voice.
Let’s me imagine the ethereal world.
The ray of creativity, shining in the darkness,
It clasps my hand and leads me on
Through the road of my heart.
It is the call of the Voice.
Shreya Toby
The veil of unhappiness hides the truth.
That sorrow, sadness, pain, ambush.
Smiles overwhelm that despondent look;
Surpass the wounded heart it took.
That sorrow, sadness, pain, ambush.
Smiles overwhelm that despondent look;
Surpass the wounded heart it took.
Her tired core gave away,
Nobody came to the hut that day
Bedridden and lonely now months had passed.
She thought they would come but no one asked.
Nobody came to the hut that day
Bedridden and lonely now months had passed.
She thought they would come but no one asked.
A crust of bread and a glass of water;
All she got was terrible slaughter.
With a heavy heart and heavy breath,
She laid down still, waiting for death.
All she got was terrible slaughter.
With a heavy heart and heavy breath,
She laid down still, waiting for death.
When Death crept into the jerry-built hut,
A cold wave ran down her spine.
That old, worn out core beat shower with time,
And slowly but surely she would have to resign.
A cold wave ran down her spine.
That old, worn out core beat shower with time,
And slowly but surely she would have to resign.
As Death moved closer to take her away,
He could feel the gusto and warmth astray
Her craving heart and childish feel,
Death felt pity for the tattered one; so he did one thing that none had done.
He could feel the gusto and warmth astray
Her craving heart and childish feel,
Death felt pity for the tattered one; so he did one thing that none had done.
And now she lives an elated life,
Jocund mood overpowered her strife.
Zeal, energy and exuberance,
Death gave rise to new existence.
Jocund mood overpowered her strife.
Zeal, energy and exuberance,
Death gave rise to new existence.
Diya Iyer
I’ve seen you from afar and known you up close,
I’ve felt your icy claws graze my back, Inch by inch you tear me down- savouring my blood as it flows, Growing on me like a second skin as my vision turns black. |
You tried burning me; now I’m a raging inferno,
Threw me to the wolves; now I hunt with them, I’ll rise twice as higher when you push me low, You can transfigure into an abyss dweller - I’ll defeat you in your own realm. |
My shoulder of solace & nemesis just the same,
You’ve so many faces but name just one, Not many know you as I do - yet another fighter in your twisted game, The strongest survive while others lose at the hands of a rope, blade or gun. |
You tried stealing my smile- I laughed in defiance,
Pushed on to tomorrow when you tried killing my today, When you tried taking away Hope, I made Will my alliance, Dear Depression, I’m not giving up today. |
I’ve fought you before,
If it comes to, I’ll defeat you again, Your stubborn grip subdued by my soul’s roar, For like a phoenix - I find power amidst the pain. |
Olivia Ghosh
|
I have traveled around the world,
Traveled far and wide,
In search of peace,
That I no longer find,
No peace in the heart, no peace of mind,
Lost, is the very essence of mankind.
Traveled far and wide,
In search of peace,
That I no longer find,
No peace in the heart, no peace of mind,
Lost, is the very essence of mankind.
I see a gun, I hear shouts,
The terror in the child’s eyes,
And broken are so many ties.
Some lost a father,
Some, a mother,
Their cries for help, left unanswered.
The terror in the child’s eyes,
And broken are so many ties.
Some lost a father,
Some, a mother,
Their cries for help, left unanswered.
So this is not the world that I want you to see,
But one with endless peace.
And I dream of a world,
A world with peace,
A place where you can roam the earth free.
But one with endless peace.
And I dream of a world,
A world with peace,
A place where you can roam the earth free.
Mugdha Bhide
Forged from the fires of feeling
Is the heart of the tumultuous Man, Adrift from its founds of compassion Was this his marvel plan ? |
Unheard through the bubbles of avarice
Are the cries of the man in need Adrift from their founds of compassion They don’t caress to watch him bleed. |
Beaten down by the hatchets of turbulence
Are the emotions of the man in vain Adrift from their founds of compassion There is no one to feel his pain. |
Forged from the fires of feeling
Is the heart of the tumultuous Man Adrift from our founds of compassion Is this our marvel plan? Aarya Gandre |
We cannot expect a girl to be safe
In a place with constant cases of rape
The obnoxious stares she has to fight
When she is walking alone at night
The people who know the story of her plight
Are aware of the fact that
She’s neither safe in dark nor in daylight
And so a girl was sitting in a bus,
Whose story is well known to us
Completely unaware and defenseless
And before she could even guess
She was attacked
With filthy words and actions black
Who knew how their minds worked,
Soon there was only lust that lurked.
The moment her dress was torn,
The woman in her was scorned.
Her soul cried in vain,
Just to come across more contempt and pain .
She felt she had lost everything ,
The thought of facing society made her cringe.
And just when she felt her existence had no meaning,
A rod was inserted to kill,
Piercing her ribs with that steel.
And pain was something she could no longer feel.
They left her there on the road to die,
Even disgracing her last goodbye.
That night we lost a daughter,
And a loving unguarded sister.
What was her mistake?
That she was alone at her own stake,
Or her dress was too revealing,
That provoked the disgusting feeling.
Or just because she was a woman,
She deserved to be treated unlike human?
No! It was not she who was wrong,
Rather the dominating feeling that was strong.
But the nation fought for her right,
There broke out a just fight.
And only feminism and rage was in sight.
After many years that went unnoticed.
After many pleas that were unheard
The justice was conferred
Her story had touched billions of hearts
In candle light marches people had taken part
But nobody knew in that game of laws
Her character was burnt to flaws
It was late until they declared
And now hardly anybody cared
And the one for whom they fought
Was no more there
Why can’t we not let this happen?
Nobody questions; Because,
We realize there are still no answers to a woman’s plight,
Each time the nation remembers that dreadful night!
In a place with constant cases of rape
The obnoxious stares she has to fight
When she is walking alone at night
The people who know the story of her plight
Are aware of the fact that
She’s neither safe in dark nor in daylight
And so a girl was sitting in a bus,
Whose story is well known to us
Completely unaware and defenseless
And before she could even guess
She was attacked
With filthy words and actions black
Who knew how their minds worked,
Soon there was only lust that lurked.
The moment her dress was torn,
The woman in her was scorned.
Her soul cried in vain,
Just to come across more contempt and pain .
She felt she had lost everything ,
The thought of facing society made her cringe.
And just when she felt her existence had no meaning,
A rod was inserted to kill,
Piercing her ribs with that steel.
And pain was something she could no longer feel.
They left her there on the road to die,
Even disgracing her last goodbye.
That night we lost a daughter,
And a loving unguarded sister.
What was her mistake?
That she was alone at her own stake,
Or her dress was too revealing,
That provoked the disgusting feeling.
Or just because she was a woman,
She deserved to be treated unlike human?
No! It was not she who was wrong,
Rather the dominating feeling that was strong.
But the nation fought for her right,
There broke out a just fight.
And only feminism and rage was in sight.
After many years that went unnoticed.
After many pleas that were unheard
The justice was conferred
Her story had touched billions of hearts
In candle light marches people had taken part
But nobody knew in that game of laws
Her character was burnt to flaws
It was late until they declared
And now hardly anybody cared
And the one for whom they fought
Was no more there
Why can’t we not let this happen?
Nobody questions; Because,
We realize there are still no answers to a woman’s plight,
Each time the nation remembers that dreadful night!
Reha Jambavadekar
I’m not beautiful…
Don’t you ever think that
I am truly an angel incarnated.
Tell me I’ve got majesty and grace-
I don’t believe that, so neither should you.
I’m a disappointment, a burden, a let-down to all
I hear that all the time, and it’s embedded in my soul.
“I love you for what you are and shall be evermore,”
I’m not expecting it; that’s never going to be for me.
Insults, blistering remarks and scathing words-
That’s part of me, and I truly accept it; but
Call me an enticing, charismatic young girl
It’s a futile attempt, for it means nothing to me.
If you are trying to shatter my resilience, let me tell you
I’m weak and timid; I can’t stop you.
It’s only pointless for anyone to imagine that
I do deserve some love after all.
I’m radiant, enthralling, truly mesmerizing!
What could ever make you think that?
I’m no masterpiece, a disgrace to mankind.
Nothing you ever say will make me believe
Somewhere within me lies infinite beauty.
Every time I look into the mirror, I think-
Am I as ugly as everyone says? We’ll see.
(Now read from bottom to top)
Don’t you ever think that
I am truly an angel incarnated.
Tell me I’ve got majesty and grace-
I don’t believe that, so neither should you.
I’m a disappointment, a burden, a let-down to all
I hear that all the time, and it’s embedded in my soul.
“I love you for what you are and shall be evermore,”
I’m not expecting it; that’s never going to be for me.
Insults, blistering remarks and scathing words-
That’s part of me, and I truly accept it; but
Call me an enticing, charismatic young girl
It’s a futile attempt, for it means nothing to me.
If you are trying to shatter my resilience, let me tell you
I’m weak and timid; I can’t stop you.
It’s only pointless for anyone to imagine that
I do deserve some love after all.
I’m radiant, enthralling, truly mesmerizing!
What could ever make you think that?
I’m no masterpiece, a disgrace to mankind.
Nothing you ever say will make me believe
Somewhere within me lies infinite beauty.
Every time I look into the mirror, I think-
Am I as ugly as everyone says? We’ll see.
(Now read from bottom to top)
Naavya Shetty
It’s been 50 glorious years of school! The word ‘glorious’ seems to fade away next to the ‘50’, thus implying how great the school is. It feels surreal to even be a part of this grand year., let alone as the School Captain. The School Captain in my school’s Golden Jubilee year, still feels unbelievable, even after five months of the school’s reopening. This shows how grand this year has already been and the grandness which is yet to come in the coming months. What adds to this amazing feeling is the nostalgia which reminds me daily that I am the Captain of my school in my last year and the school’s grandest year. That is the level of happiness I attain everyday and for that, I thank my school, our Principal Madam and all the teachers for making me what I am today.It feels even greater to think that I will be leaving the school with the fruitful memories of the 50th year, not just as any student but as the Captain of my school.It feels amazing to represent the school as its Captain in its golden jubilee year at all stages where I excel and where I can deliver my best. Being a part of all the events, the celebrations makes me unimaginably happy. The responsibilities though, are in a myriad, yet it feels amazing to take up the responsibilities and contribute the best I can and for as long as I can. From giving speeches at events to managing those events, everything felt magnificently amazing. It made me even more confident in myself and also gave me a lot of time to bond with all my senate who were too, a backbone of all these events an I am really thankful to have gotten the best team in the best year. Moreover, after all these amazing memories I had, I feel sad knowing that we just have a few months in hand to enjoy this glorious year to the fullest and rather, I have a few months as the captain of my school in its golden jubilee year. And yes these words will forever be etched in my heart and I will live my life with the beautiful memories of the golden jubilee year of our school.
Kush Mangla
School Captain
School Captain
Smt. Sulochanadevi Singhania school has evolved from Late Shri. Gopalkrishna Singhania’s vision to a top ranked institute that has been serving through its 50 year journey by staying true to its motto of offering equal opportunity to all its students.
Nestled in the foothills of Yeoor, with a campus spanning across vast expanses surrounded by lush greenery, the picturesque backdrop provides a fitting symbolism. The hills symbolize the aspiration to climb higher towards success with an aim to become better than the best - a fundamental that has been instilled in every student.
The process of getting to the golden jubilee has been fruitful with every year marked with milestones having their own significance. The quality of education, the facilities and the opportunities for each student have risen exponentially with every passing year and courtesy, the compounding effect, the institution has arrived at a stage, which every individual, who has ever been a part of the school can be proud of. Through the process of teaching beyond the textbooks, the school has inculcated rich values which has built an identity of a true human being in every Sulonian. Life lessons that have been taught through the course of one’s school life has enabled the growth as a person - one which has ‘wings to fly and roots to keep oneself grounded.
Nestled in the foothills of Yeoor, with a campus spanning across vast expanses surrounded by lush greenery, the picturesque backdrop provides a fitting symbolism. The hills symbolize the aspiration to climb higher towards success with an aim to become better than the best - a fundamental that has been instilled in every student.
The process of getting to the golden jubilee has been fruitful with every year marked with milestones having their own significance. The quality of education, the facilities and the opportunities for each student have risen exponentially with every passing year and courtesy, the compounding effect, the institution has arrived at a stage, which every individual, who has ever been a part of the school can be proud of. Through the process of teaching beyond the textbooks, the school has inculcated rich values which has built an identity of a true human being in every Sulonian. Life lessons that have been taught through the course of one’s school life has enabled the growth as a person - one which has ‘wings to fly and roots to keep oneself grounded.
Yash Bhansali
Beyond time, a truth unknown,
Lived He in His heavenly abode
And so God made a desire,
To reside in a place oblivious to man
For He was meant to be felt not seen,
By His children, the thought of an ideal father that would be
He would render His care and gently affection,
To all the world and His lovely creations,
Protect them with His mighty blessings,
Unseen to the eyes but ever present.
God called upon the angels of the kingdom of heaven
The guardians of our world of divine benevolence
Sat they at the Holy Table, while the lyres played on
And then God put forth his desire of long
The seven on hearing, beamed like the golden sun
“What hath brought this noble thought ?” asked one, so
God said in a wistful voice,
“My eyes have longed to see my child’s creations in person!
My children have made use of the world in all its resplendence
But cautious I have to be,
For they might see me,
And the purpose of this world shall be lost.”
“Reverend Father, why not go to the Everest?
It reaches the skies, and cannot be climbed,
So you shall be safe there” said Uriel
“But Man found a way into the heart of the Earth” Raphael chimed
“How do you think he made diamond mines?
He discovered the treasures of Nature underground
What is to stop him from exploring, the mountains with their wonders abound?”
“Might I suggest Mars, Reverend Father” said the humble Selaphiel
“It is far enough from man’s physical reach,
So your solitude I should say, will not be breached”
“My dear Selaphiel,” said Jegudiel
“Man read the constellations and knows the Moon
There is a possibility that he shall step on it
And Earth’s neighbour, Mars very soon”
God was pondering over the situation,
He seemed to reach to no decision,
And then He looked at the very end of the Table
There sat Gabriel, the oldest and wisest of them all
“What might you suggest Gabriel?”out loud God called
“Reverend Father of the Universe” spoke Gabriel thoughtfully
“You have always been there for your children in every extremity
They have existed forever with you as a part
Of their being, so for you to reside anywhere in this world, Reverend Father,
Might I suggest you to reside in Man’s heart
For he may scrounge the oceans and lands for an answer
He has been aware of all along
But he will never think of searching for it within
And continue his worthless pursue for long
Stay in his heart and he will never find you, And you shall see his world
And when you are done and your wish contented,
Just give us a sign or your word”
“What a wonderful thought Gabriel!” said God very happily,
I shall observe the world and see my child’s actions rather merrily
Mankind will not find me for they will not look in their heart,
And I as always, will on this stage called world, dutifully play my part.
We made use of this world but forgot,
Who gave it to us in the first place
Never express our gratitude and yet we taste
Mother Nature’s gifts that we have always got
So to that celestial being in me I say,
“I am sorry for not finding you before
But now I know you are there in my heart,
And will be there forevermore.”
Lived He in His heavenly abode
And so God made a desire,
To reside in a place oblivious to man
For He was meant to be felt not seen,
By His children, the thought of an ideal father that would be
He would render His care and gently affection,
To all the world and His lovely creations,
Protect them with His mighty blessings,
Unseen to the eyes but ever present.
God called upon the angels of the kingdom of heaven
The guardians of our world of divine benevolence
Sat they at the Holy Table, while the lyres played on
And then God put forth his desire of long
The seven on hearing, beamed like the golden sun
“What hath brought this noble thought ?” asked one, so
God said in a wistful voice,
“My eyes have longed to see my child’s creations in person!
My children have made use of the world in all its resplendence
But cautious I have to be,
For they might see me,
And the purpose of this world shall be lost.”
“Reverend Father, why not go to the Everest?
It reaches the skies, and cannot be climbed,
So you shall be safe there” said Uriel
“But Man found a way into the heart of the Earth” Raphael chimed
“How do you think he made diamond mines?
He discovered the treasures of Nature underground
What is to stop him from exploring, the mountains with their wonders abound?”
“Might I suggest Mars, Reverend Father” said the humble Selaphiel
“It is far enough from man’s physical reach,
So your solitude I should say, will not be breached”
“My dear Selaphiel,” said Jegudiel
“Man read the constellations and knows the Moon
There is a possibility that he shall step on it
And Earth’s neighbour, Mars very soon”
God was pondering over the situation,
He seemed to reach to no decision,
And then He looked at the very end of the Table
There sat Gabriel, the oldest and wisest of them all
“What might you suggest Gabriel?”out loud God called
“Reverend Father of the Universe” spoke Gabriel thoughtfully
“You have always been there for your children in every extremity
They have existed forever with you as a part
Of their being, so for you to reside anywhere in this world, Reverend Father,
Might I suggest you to reside in Man’s heart
For he may scrounge the oceans and lands for an answer
He has been aware of all along
But he will never think of searching for it within
And continue his worthless pursue for long
Stay in his heart and he will never find you, And you shall see his world
And when you are done and your wish contented,
Just give us a sign or your word”
“What a wonderful thought Gabriel!” said God very happily,
I shall observe the world and see my child’s actions rather merrily
Mankind will not find me for they will not look in their heart,
And I as always, will on this stage called world, dutifully play my part.
We made use of this world but forgot,
Who gave it to us in the first place
Never express our gratitude and yet we taste
Mother Nature’s gifts that we have always got
So to that celestial being in me I say,
“I am sorry for not finding you before
But now I know you are there in my heart,
And will be there forevermore.”
Aditi Singh
10 J
10 J
The reds haven’t risen yet,
Though a newborn bundle did your mother get,
You cradled away in your new worldly thought,
Unknowingly of the joy you brought !
Six months of your life has gone past,
The times you flowed your emotions were vast,
Violets, blues, toilets and loos !
Is all you have done as the mother bird croons!
You’re turning 1 today,
The day to get to see, a sea of faces,
Up and down the corridor your heart races,
As all you want is a pink doll’s play!
It’s your first day of school today,
Though you never knew what the hue of a school is,
And though you get the will to cry,
Your mother never listens to your ‘please’!
You never knew how time flew,
It was just yesterday that 10 candles you blew,
With the thought of being in 5th grade,
Is what made your white fade!
After you have successfully passed your 9th grade,
All you want is a lovely lavender relation made,
You tear, break, join and fade,
At the unknowing losses of knowledge you made!
The most important year of school is around,
As the oranges of 10th grade upon you dawn,
All you are, are to bound,
All day all night as you frown!
You have reaped good of the green you sowed,
As it comes time for you to have bowed,
To friends, family, teachers and all,
As you stand first and proud with your head tall!
You thought you just finished your school,
When you get a new amount shovelled-
You perspire at the thought of college,
And you question, “ Haven’t I gotten enough of grey knowledge?”
That’s when you remembered that,
“The reds haven’t risen yet,
Though a newborn bundle did your mother get,
You cradled away in your new worldly thought,
Unknowingly of the joy you brought!”
This was the best day of life and mind,
When you have known that you are one of a kind!
Though a newborn bundle did your mother get,
You cradled away in your new worldly thought,
Unknowingly of the joy you brought !
Six months of your life has gone past,
The times you flowed your emotions were vast,
Violets, blues, toilets and loos !
Is all you have done as the mother bird croons!
You’re turning 1 today,
The day to get to see, a sea of faces,
Up and down the corridor your heart races,
As all you want is a pink doll’s play!
It’s your first day of school today,
Though you never knew what the hue of a school is,
And though you get the will to cry,
Your mother never listens to your ‘please’!
You never knew how time flew,
It was just yesterday that 10 candles you blew,
With the thought of being in 5th grade,
Is what made your white fade!
After you have successfully passed your 9th grade,
All you want is a lovely lavender relation made,
You tear, break, join and fade,
At the unknowing losses of knowledge you made!
The most important year of school is around,
As the oranges of 10th grade upon you dawn,
All you are, are to bound,
All day all night as you frown!
You have reaped good of the green you sowed,
As it comes time for you to have bowed,
To friends, family, teachers and all,
As you stand first and proud with your head tall!
You thought you just finished your school,
When you get a new amount shovelled-
You perspire at the thought of college,
And you question, “ Haven’t I gotten enough of grey knowledge?”
That’s when you remembered that,
“The reds haven’t risen yet,
Though a newborn bundle did your mother get,
You cradled away in your new worldly thought,
Unknowingly of the joy you brought!”
This was the best day of life and mind,
When you have known that you are one of a kind!
Mahika Kandarpa
10 A
10 A