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CBSE Affiliation No. 1031254

Artistry

‘Everyone has talent. What is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark place where it leads.’ -Erica Jong

Gone are the days when the young fledgling of the family had to struggle a lot to secure his place in the society as the proficient one. After minute scrutiny a certificate titled inept was casually awarded and that child had to shoulder this discernment throughout his life with almost faint scope to stretch.

Hailing from a similar background where sibling comparison was a trend practised on a regular basis, I often lamented in solitude, to ask as to how a child can be conferred a title like this when the universal creator has not drawn any line of difference.

Stimulating the imagination and creativity of innumerable students in my class, I find that each floweret has a unique personality, born with conspicuous talent which is yearning to fulgurate.

As an educator, I extend my ardent gratitude to the enduring education system where the curriculum demands to enrich and enhance the talent of every individual, where every child is appreciated for his subject of interest, where every child is considered and evaluated not only on the academic basis but also on the basis of co-curricular skills because we have to welcome this certitude that a fish can’t fly like a bird and an elephant
can never jump like a monkey.

So, my young friends, strengthen your character and competence. Explore your hidden talent to enhance your credence in this world as ‘Your talent is God’s gift to you. What you do with it is your gift back to God’.

Luxury

The gleaming water of the lake
Surrounded by the banyan trees
Is far better than the cities
In which we live our lives so dull
Without any time to set us free.

The jungles we have created
Which are of concrete
Provide us with homes so to say
Full of luxury.

But as far as I know
There is no place as luxurious as where I lie
Beside the gleaming water of the lake
Surrounded by the banyan trees!

Sow Me

Sow me, as I am a seed
It will be a good deed
I just need
Water, sunlight, air
And your Love and Care
After some days and months
I will grow into a sapling
Hearing all the claps
My leaves and branches will grow
Just because of your Love and Care
You just sow me
And that will be your good deed.

Dear Nature

How good to lie a little while
And look up through the trees
The leaves of autumn are like a smile
So is the autumn breeze.

Then I shiver in the winter cold
And wish nowhere to go
I see through my windows of gold
The trees hanging with snow.

The woodlands, now filled with cherry shower
And sheets of rosy lilac wreaths
I bend and smell every sweet flower
That enjoys the air it breathes.

I seem to love dear Nature in her rush
And the way she likes to tease
With rich blossoms that seem to gleam and blush
But don’t wish to stay with ease.

If I Had All The Time In The World

It is rightfully said, “Time and tide wait for none”
That’s why I say, “Live to the fullest, and dazzle your life with fun”
And if all the time in the world were in my possession suddenly
“It must be a dream”, I’d say to the inner me
IF I HAD ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD,
KEYS TO THE LOCKS OF LIMITATIONS I WOULD’VE EARNED

If this really happened, it’d be magical, a dream come true
Answers to mysteries would come, like ‘Why is the sky blue?’
My timetable and routine would be flying all over the place I’d say to the judges, “No need to time the race.”
IF I HAD ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD,
A HOLE THROUGH MY ROUTINE I WOULD’VE BURNED

But this possession of mine could also give unfortunate results
For instance, of extreme laziness I would experience bursts
I would also very well lose track of my time
For hours on end, I’d just be counting a few dimes!
IF I HAD ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD,
I MIGHT’VE WASTED IT GAZING AT SMALL, SILLY BIRDS

Having all of the time of the world would be great as well
The pros of which, for you, I shall spell
I could use it for indeed a very good reason
To spend more time with my cousins in the summer season
IF I HAD ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD,
MY TIME FOR ENJOYMENT WOULD BE TREBLED

As I brusquely nibble away at my toast
And my mom puts food into the oven to roast
I realize that all this should rather remain only a fantasy
As it would, undoubtedly, plague the minds of those who wish to imagine it in reality
IF I HAD ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD,
I’D LEARN TO VALUE IT MORE THAN AN EMERALD

On a final note, I wish to say
Time is precious, at all costs, you mustn’t waste it away
For the darkness of failure would shake you down and make you pay
After which in your eyes only despair shall sway
IF I HAD ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD, I’D REFUSE TO KEEP IT, FOR IT WOULD MAKE MY LIFE TROUBLED

The Plea to be Free

Hear the cries of the animals

They need your help,

But instead of helping them,

People are busy counting their wealth.

 

“You were a prisoner too

How did you feel then?”

Asks the lion of the zoo,

“Didn’t the women cry then

When British imprisoned their men?”

 

I have the right to stay free

Says the bird with her mate

Everyone has the right to freedom

Doesn’t that your constitution state?

 

‘Tigers are dying of poaching’

You learn that about me,

But you keep buying our parts

Instead of making us free!

 

Hear the cries of the animals

Say all the animals of the zoo

We all want to be free

Under the spectacular shades of blue.

 

Please don’t destroy on habitats

By building houses and malls

We plead to you with us our might

Listen to our protesting calls.

Light and Shadow

Light and shadow playing hide and seek,

Among rippling waters, grassy banks

And the Mango tree.

Bring to mind those bygone moments,

Of tugging pigtails and billowing skirts,

of the everlasting love,

Light and Shadow playing hide and seek,

In the parting of four friends.

 

Light and Shadow playing hide and seek,

Bring to mind those lazy afternoons,

Of graduating from Enid Blytons, of waking in the morning with a longing heart

Never imagining of our emotions breaking apart, as the bleak wind blows,

Life seems without its glow

Light and Shadow playing hide and seek

In the parting of four friends.

 

Light and Shadow playing hide and seek,

Among the momentary bliss

The four friends feel.

Bring to mind those precious moments,

Of whispers and giggles, true friendship turned into sour antagonism

Light and Shadow playing hide and seek,

In the parting of four friends

When He Fell

Dark clouds rose,

From the now barren land,

Enveloping all those present,

Turning everything to shadows.

 

War machines and armed men,

Trod the battlefield,

A scene, feared by all humanity,

Had taken a visible form.

 

A man rose on one side,

While one fell on the other,

Both of them knew,

The result of the scene.

 

A cry rose within,

The one who had stood,

For the one who had fallen,

Whose soul had already left.

 

Who says a soldier can’t cry,

Because a deep buried clause,

From his soul had risen again,

Pouring all what was filled in.

 

A solitary tear trickled down,

To mouth chanting for mercy,

From the Almighty, the Supreme,

For what he had done.

 

A creek became a waterfall,

Washing down his face,

Down to mix with,

The earth’s soft soil.

 

We yearn for peace,

To live in harmony,

And we only fight,

Claiming to restore peace.

 

Whom we proclaim,

As family and brethren,

Are the countries,

Which we fight against.

 

All these sins,

Are taken by soldiers,

Who fight for their country,

In the name of peace, unachieved.

 

All these thoughts ran,

In his mind,

All understood by a soldier,

But not by the leaders.

 

A cold metal piece,

Entered his heart,

As he fell on his knees,

A smile grew on his face.

 

He thanked the Almighty,

For calling him above,

He knew he deserved it,

Because he had killed a brother.

Monsoon

The pitter-patter the rain

Is always just about the same

But never does it get too old

To make us smile so bright and bold.

 

The hippity-hop of the frogs

Messily jumping about in bogs

Crossing the tracks of people on jogs

Getting surrounded by children like mobs.

 

The greenery around us; so nice and so cool

The beautiful lilies ignored only by fools

the happy butterflies, the famished critters

Eating away at leaves like they are fritters.

 

From waterfalls to mountains to lakes and to dew

Everything is a wonder and monsoon is too!