Mahashivratri
The night of Shiva , dark and deep ,
A time for worship, a time to keep,
The vigil of devotion, a sacred vow,
To honor the Lord , who wears the crescent bow.
The linga is bathed, in milk and in honey,
The bells ring out, in a joyful harmony,
The mantras are chanted, the prayers are said,
As devotees gather, to worship in their head.
The Lord of Destruction, yet the Lord of creation,
A paradox of power, a mystery of formation ,
He dances the tandva , with feet that barely touch,
A cosmic rhythm, that echoes and hush.
The night Wears on , the stars shine bright,
The devotees sing , through the dark of night,
Their voices rise , in a crescendo of praise,
As they seek the blessings , of the Lord’s gentle gaze.
The morning breads, the sun rises high,
The fast is broken, the feast begins to fly,
The prasad is distributed, the blessings are shared,
As the devotees depart, with hearts that are bared.
Mahashivratri, a night of divine delight,
A time to connect, with the cosmic light,
A night to remember, the Lord’s eternal might,
A night to surrender, to the beauty of His sight.
P L Parihar
Gole Gujral, Jammu
“No One But You”
Sometimes the world feels so empty,
When there’s no one by your side.
They push you onto the sidelines,
They say you are the darkness in their light.
You try to ignore the world,
But the sight becomes brighter.
You try not to hear anything
But the voices come back louder.
They torture you throughout the day-
Do you know what these voices say?
“You have no value.
You are no gain.
You are useless,
You are so vague.
You cannot get other’s pain,
Emotionless, disappointment’s game.”
You tired of hearing,
Then go ask the world.
Why is it you to whom these voices call out to
Why no one but you?
Why no one but you?
Why no one but you?
You take a big wall and hide,
When no one takes your side.
You wear a veil, you mask your face,
Because this treacherous world is a maze.
You finally walk into the maddening crowd,
Flying high above like a float in cloud.
Cutting through the sea of faces,
Staring back at those dazed gazes,
But why do these gazes always fall on you?
Maybe because you’re special,
And unique too.
Mysterious, magical, too
That’s why no one but you.
Why no one but you.
Why no one but you.
Diya Sharma
Class VI
The Moon Has Seen Me Before
The moon has seen me before in pain,
In nights where tears refused to sleep,
It watched my smiles fall like rain,
And heard the promises I couldn’t keep.
It knows the weight of silent fears,
The ache of words I never said,
It counted all my growing years,
And lit the paths where hope once bled.
I’ve changed, yet when the night returns,
And shadows knock upon my door,
The moon still waits, the same,unmoved
Because the moon has seen me before.
Kavita Dutt
Udhampur
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