inner voice

Honesty

Honesty is a great virtue
Honesty is a beautiful trait
Those, who retain it endlessly
Are definitely very great
No matter,it is rarely seen
But it’s not completely unseen
It always pays in the long run
It’s that quality which always gets accredition
No matter it walks at a snail’s pace
No matter many obstacles,it has to face
By keeping this virtue intact in one’s life
Success and fame is all,one is going to embrace
No matter its road is not so smooth
After facing many hurdles,one always gets a soothe
The fruits of honesty are infact very sweet
Those who are in its path, never retreat
Every nation is strong whose people are honest
No battle remains unwon and its progress is fastest
One should never lose this virtue at any cost
And enable our nation to succeed fast
Anu Gupta,
Janipur

 

Haunted

My eyes will never open
Because right now I have closed them
Scare was in my eyes
Then I fell from the fright
Walking alone into the woods
No torch, water or food
Walking around like I ruled
This is my scary story
Behind me my shadow loomed
Like it wanted me to get spooked
I put my tent with a scare
I wondered why I was there
Just because of a silly dare!
Geeta Kaur Kundra
Nanak Nagar

 

My Father

I lost my father at a very young age ,it was a very difficult phase,
He suffered from cancer, which
grew denser and denser,
Why God took him and made my life dim
He was a strong man with life full upto the brim.
He was very friendly with me,
He never scolded me,
May God give him a long life, this was my only plea.
He was a great support, whenever I was with him I felt sheer comfort.
He left us all alone.
It’s like a bad dream, where there is no one to listen my scream.
In the school was I, when the news came he died.
I came to home, went to pooja room.
A deep cry rose in my dry throat,
My world got away from me, leaving me in a stranded boat.
I wish he’d have come back, and give me a helping hand,
But no, he didn’t come, know whom to give a blame?
I want my father, with the same smile he had,
He never lost his will power, he was like a great tower.
Please come back Papa and click a photo with a big cheese,
You were my strength, I can’t forget you with that ease.
When I was born you were the only one elated,
I, now stand aloof in my life deep seated
O Lord! what to do, what to say, where to go,
Papa now I can’t see u, neither can give you a big hug,
But Papa, may your blessings stay with us for long,
So that all our difficulties go out with a gong.
Aditi Gupta
APS Dhar Road.

Camellia

Evergreen shrubs
Dark glossy foliage
Smooth ruffled
Radiant fragrant blooms
Alba Plena an early bloomer
Pure white petals of Morning Glow
Blush pink flowers
Rose of winter
Crimson bold and fiery
Touch of orange
Some wavy and striped
Sublime yellow and violet
Shujai Shaminotra

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