Month: November 2014

A poem by Avitej Iyer, Class VIII B

There are pens and paper cluttered on my desk,
The assignment has to be submitted by ‘morrow at the best.
We have to write a really good poem,
I just have trouble with doing it at home.
All these words cluttered up in my head,
Instead of making them rhyme, I better be in bed.
And after having an awsome dinner,
I still certainly don’t feel like a winner.
All thoughts aside, the poem is still pending,
The broken words my brain is mending.
And then I refer a thesaurus,
I open it, and oh! the horrors.
There are synonyms up and down the page,
All these words put me into a daze.
I thought about giving up hope,
And then I saw an envelope.
It was just lying there, on my bed,
I opened it, and then I read.
It was a story of a footballer and it ended with a kick,
Then I thought to myself, “Why don’t I make this my topic?”
The words automatically started coming to my head,
When I finished, I looked at it and was pretty impressed.
The next day at school, I kept it on my teacher’s desk.
When I saw my marks, my poem had been adjudged the best!

A sketch by Aditya Agarwal, Class XI F

Art by Aditya Agarwal, Class XI F

A poem by Ms. Abhilasha Umahiya, Educator

‘How was the question paper Sam?’
Asked an anxious mother.
‘I hope it went off well,
Or is it the other way?’

Mama, when I received it in hand,
It looked crisp and easy.
So I tore off the seal,
And at once got down busy.

When I tried to write the answers,
A strange thing occured.
I did not remember more than a line,
Of whichever question I preferred.

It was prepared by someone,
A magician or my foe.
For all those lessons I did not learn,
How would anyone know?

Luckily, a fairly good part of it,
I answered without restrictions.
But that shrewd invigilator said,
Those weren’t questions.
They were instructions!

One shouldn’t go where
One gets humiliation and pain.
So don’t put me, my dear mom,
In this ordeal again.

ध्रुव खुराना, कक्षा ११वीं F

A Poem by Vinisha Shrimal, Class XII A

Alone I stand before the sea,
The sloshing waves washed me.
Foot prints gone from the sandy shore,
Leave no signs like it showed before.

I slowly turned around,
It’s a new beginning I found.
All the worries, all the sadness,
Let it be washed away,
Let it be given back to yesterday.
 
Look up and look down,
The sky looks one with the ground.
Treasured memories will always stay,
Yes! Hardtimes are faded away.

A poem by Apoorv Kohli, Class VIII C

चिराग गोस्वामी, कक्षा १० वीं B

आयुष नलवाया, कक्षा १०वीं B

Reviewed By	:	Prachi Palod, Class XI C
		Based on true events, this book revolves around the life of an American woman who is held hostage by her Iranian husband with their daughter in his native country, where women empowerment is still a far-fetched idea. After several futile attempts to escape, she finally flees the torturous clutches of her husband and his community with the help of the few local people. The American Embassy in Tehran also helps her return to her motherland with her daughter. It’s a journey of a woman who yearns for freedom in a country where women are still at the mercy of men. Evoking a true sense of freedom, this book sends a shiver down one’s spine. Written by Betty Mahmoody, to help the American women and children held against their will in Iran and other Islamic countries, this book inspires a rebellion, and provides a different outlook towards the plight of women in Islamic countries. I enjoyed reading this book and I am sure all Shishyans will enjoy reading it too!

A poem by Ms Abhilasha Umahiya, Educator

Dawn seeps into me
with its moisture and cool breaths
and I become the dawn
all vermilion – 
prepared to dissolve myself
into the heart of a blazing day.

The sun doesn’t burn me.
How can it?
I am its own ray.

Fiercely, I fall on the Earth
but humbly, she gives me an identity.
I become the newly sprouted sapling
stretching its arms
towards the sky and 
roots groping the unknown.

Suddenly, I grow into cottony feathers
and wind carries me
wherever it pleases.

I don’t lose my existence
anywhere – anytime to anything.
I only become.