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The Untold Story

Iti Kathed, Class XI B

As children we have grown up listening to so many stories – some with happy endings , some with sad, some from the story books and some which have been passed on from history, some magical and some illogical. There are some stories which inculcate good qualities in us and some which are so relatable.
Every element of life, teaches you something from their story of existence but ironically, we people are so inspired by these stories, so lost and so occupied with them that we forget that there’s one story which is still left untold. The one which has not been made by any person yet. The story is the story of your own life.

We limit our creativity and openness of our mind when it comes to us and that too because we are scared that our story, our lesson wouldn’t be something people would accept. To move on a path which is already trodden is easy but what makes a difference is the road less traveled by. No new innovations in the story of the rabbit and the tortoise is going to inspire and enlighten people in comparison to your perspective of life. For what attracts any person is perspective, a new perspective because it gives the world new dimension to think in but unfortunately copying and the fear of not being ‘liked’, fear of being criticized leaves the most important story of the writer untold.

I Shall See The Sunlight

Mansi Choudhary, Class X A

When everything seemed dark,
Felicity had no mark,
As if a hurricane,
Had made me insane.
But I was reminded,
That a day is always preceded by night,
And I shall see the sunlight.
I was left with no optimism,
I was all in trepidation
Even in a room brightened with lights,
I felt, I was blind.
Impossible it was to dislodge experiences,
I had sight, but I couldn’t see anything.
I was then reminded
If there is black and grey, there has to be white.
If there is dark, there has to be light.
Time is infinite, but situations aren’t
All blisters can be healed
And I was reminded
That a day is always preceded by night
And I shall one day see the sunlight.

The Meadow’s Crown

Adviteeya Khujneri, Class IX C

A day, a new start,
In the meadow’s crown,
A lass there lived,
In shatters and frowns.
All about a family it was
To flee and live
The world without, for
All day she spent dreaming
Of thrones, and princes
And palaces,
To have it all alone.
Her papa and mama
As long as they could
Made their girl a queen
In the meadow’s crown
As young she was
Amongst the lilacs of grief
And brushing and dancing
Making dolls for her team.
So happy in grief.
As morning went by
Did she realize
No prince, no palace,
No thrones were they
But all just a game
Of wood and clay.
All just a game

Of wood and clay.