inner voice

MY CITY JAMMU

It’s a land of serenity and sublimity,
Notwithstanding any enmity,
It’s a place of eternal blissful bondings,
Jammu is the city of great longings.
Here Dogri sounds afresh and pure,
As if it has an ability to lure.
It’s a region of soulful Paakh and Rouf
That surely doesn’t need any proof.
It’s a region of Kaladi, Madra and Keyur,
For which food connoisseur
might say Bonjour
Temple shikhars glisten the skyline,
This wonderful city of Jammu is divine.
Ansh Chowdhari
Delhi University

STINKING STATESMANSHIP

They recite the name of God,
Their bowels uncleansed
They bow at the door of shrines,
Their hands and face unwashed.
They pose to be the philanthropist,
Whilst their intentions are devilish.
They pick the pockets of the naive
Promising to improve their plight
They build their chateaus abroad,
Still they claim to be the lord,
Of the unfortunate lot,
They themselves dine at the five stars,
While their followers are left breadless.
They scare away the
weak but fear the strong
They have no stable tone and tenor.
They warm their nights with illicit warmth
Their only aim is to loot the luxury.
They change their hearts all overnight
By hook or by crook,
they capture the power.
Albeit they meet an ignominious defeat
They aren’t in a mood to relinquish the seat
They speak of their stinking statesmanship
May God shield the nation
against their whip!
Ashiq Hussain Rather
Doda

i want to be a bird

I want to be a bird because
a bird can fly and is not bounded at all.
I want to be a bird
Because it can fly over trees
and over ice freeze.
A bird can see mountains and great lands
Birds can see oceans
and can do any motions
A bird’s life is full of joy
and can enjoy its fly.
A bird can swim and jump in air.
A bird is happy in its life
Because it can fly high in sky.
I want to be a bird because
a bird can fly and is not bounded at all.
Aastha Pandita
Vishwa Bharti
Public Hr. Sec. School
Akalpur, Muthi,
Jammu

LABOUR

Leave the temple, go to the street,
Leave the mosque, go to the field;
O My poor break the padlock and free,
None in falling tears untill flow the sweat;
Hard work glads the God,
Not our hands but gives peace to soul;
Throw the flowers, pick the hammer,
Always work hard
and achieve the God;
Like wind not stop on striking
but became storm and
remove the obstacles;
Milap Singh

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