Shishukunj

My Friends

Hunnar N, Class VIII A

They are always there for me,

They are always here for me.

Always standing beside me,

And giving advice for free,

From having big arguments,

To making life’s best moments,

They are always there for me,

There are always here for me.

They are the cheese on my pizza,

And precious just like Mona Lisa,

They are the peanut to my butter,

And add shine just like glitter,

From irritating each other,

To caring just like a mother

They are always there for me,

There are always here for me.

I am so lucky to have them,

I am the plant and they are the stem,

They are always at hand,

They are my best friends.

From helping each other at every step

To loving each other till death,

They are always there for me,

They are always here for me.

Revelation

Lakshya Somani, Class X A

“Upon the edge, an innocuous head,

Visible o’er the horizon.

A dangerous path, it did tread,

An evil plague hath scattered.

For a closer look, from the vantage,

Things did seem clearer,

The head appeared, mounted on a beast’s body,

The sight no longer remained dear.

The innocuous head, held in hand a bloodied weapon,

And in his trail, a bloody trail, did he fathom.

The skies dark, the ocean full of sharks,

The sun was completely blackened.

Upon this note, my pace hastened.

The beast, in a heated temperament,

For so was it reflected in the firmament.”

– Stop thee, I must pause you a second,

From thy story, what is thy hidden message?

“For thee it is that I foretell the inevitable,

For I foresee the future, for I ken trouble,

‘tis growing larger day by day, this bubble,

Destined to burst soon, destined for judgement.

Neither the mark of Cane, nor Christ’s blessings,

Will save thee from oblivion.”

What thou quoth, what meaning thy words hold?

What reason we face judgement, what has been, what will be?

“I quoth the truth and nothing else, every word symbolic for another,

We all are stuck in a world, where brother destroys brother,

The innocuous head stands for a human, the beast for his nature,

The weapon for his humanity, the blood of his brothers.”

Sagacity of the Soul

Manav Gohel, Class X G

It was an ultimate day indeed,

Inclusive of some audacious clouds with a smirk.

I was seeking a stroke of luck

As if my body was on a march, with my heart taking the lead.

Then the unforeseen happened,

She walked upto me and I was just dumbfounded.

‘Who was she’, asked the silly poet in disguise,

‘She was a prepossessing poem spelt by my eyes’.

Month: January 2019

My Friends

Hunnar N, Class VIII A

Revelation

Lakshya Somani, Class X A

Sagacity of the Soul

Manav Gohel, Class X G

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