Softly blows the morning breeze,
Whispers secrets through the trees,
Of far-off lands and memories,
Echoes of sweet symphonies.
With gentle touch, it awakes
Petals of flowers, hearts that ache,
Bringing hope to souls asleep,
And love to hearts that softly weep.
Through mountains high and valleys low,
It carries prayers, hopes that grow.
In summer’s heat, in winter’s snow,
It whispers truth, as winds do know.
In every gust, a story’s told
Of dreams pursued, of hearts made bold.
Rubba Mashooq
(Mahpyker)
“Awake, O India’s Children”
O, India’s children, born of noble birth,
With minds, that shine, like stars, on the darkest night,
Why do ye tarry, from the halls of learning’s mirth?
Why suffer ignorance, that dark, and dismal plight?
Awake, arise, and claim, your birthright dear,
For in the schools, ye shall, your future find,
And with the torch, of knowledge, banish fear,
And ignorance, that doth, your nation’s soul, bind.
For education, is the key, to unlock,
The gates, of wisdom, and of virtue’s might,
And with it, ye shall, your country’s honor, rock,
And shine, like beacons, in the dark, at night.
And thou, O girl, with heart, so pure, and bright,
Thou art the mother, of the future’s light,
Thou shalt break chains, of poverty, and strife,
And bring, to India’s masses, a new, and better life.
Dr Balaram Parmar ‘Hamsmukh’
You Walk Not Alone
Why should you ever have to bother,
When you have the love of a Mother?
Exams should never cause you tension,
With a Father is here for every question.
Results must never be a worry,
With a sister sweet as any fairy.
Your future never will be dark,
With a brother standing like a rock.
Shiveta Pandita
Trikuta Nagar
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