Author: Jenil Chudgar, Class X G
When I’m born don’t call the gods,
Call the demons of lords.
When I’m born don’t call my friends,
Call the people that I shall hate.
When I’m born don’t call my loved ones,
Call the very, who made me done.
When I’m born,
I shall really be dead.
Somewhere in the sky,
Where birds fly,
An angel I seek,
To take me back from where I leap.
Don’t let the fire in you,
Burn the future’s sky blue.
Be the best version of the blossom springs,
Bring about the bestest of the best wings.
Aaradhya my buddy,
Let’s be the version of our friendship, that’s the most,
STURDY.
Life is too short to only study,
Oh! my buddy,
Why are you so distressed?
Life’s rainbow shall again be graced.
Embrace the clouds of one’s tale,
Let your hair breeze through life’s gale.
A speck of dust,
Like an achiever’s lust.
The depths of the ocean I see,
Let’s not decide why to flee.
The studies are a part of your story,
Why make it the curse of your glory?
Enjoy the process,
Let your mind run its prowess.
(This poem is a little abstract. It touches upon the feelings of a new born child. He/She has lost their father. Due to the innocence of a child, they believe their mother to perform the role of a father as well. In some sense, the mother has taken this dual responsibility.)
Where are you?
Who are you?
Is you, him?
Him is her.
Are you, my father?
A time comes,
That a person never wishes to see.
Life takes a sharp turn,
Making your head burn.
A friend goes,
As time shall never have the pity to plead.
New friends, who dig your gold,
Replace the old ones who made you diamonds so pure.
But new hearts also turn cold,
Old was my rainbow VIBGYOR.
That face that smiled at them,
Now stands alone, faded at them.
Awaiting a simple gesture,
“Hey!”
God changes our fate,
But lord, why do you take away our mate?
Tears of salt, drop from the sky,
Time shall fly,
While I shall cry,
While I shall cry.
In the abyss of the mirror I see,
A figure I wanted to flee.
Society questions his looks,
They ask, do you only like books?
Standing tall but lean,
I forgot when my mind was clean.
Through the chambers of my heart,
Strikes a poisoned dart.
Parents are the boon of God’s grace,
Who seem to fade the trace,
I wonder where I lost my laughing father’s face.
Teen life is a labyrinth of a maze,
It makes one forget the wants of his craze.
O, Almighty! How shall I overcome this feeling?
When the only man I see is me flawed and falling.
You’re throwing your hearts,
like they are fragments of sapphire.
Shaping the people like darts,
Or burning them like your hand’s on fire.
A moment on still,
Enough to sink the boat of life.
One wrong dart and the hole is on the hill,
Though, you can always dive.
To see the people you meet
Going around without you hurts the greet.
Awaiting that signal, that God said,
Never did the goodbye a bade.
