Girl bounded

Ever once I wanted to grow,

Take that path but blinded by sorrow.

Sitting by the moon I talk,

Dream the dreams that are left apart.

Appreciated the birds for as I wanted their wings,

Wanted that open sky ready to listen me sing.

Covered in traditions, painted with customs,

Expected to sing without life's rhythms.

With the flow of the river, I wanted to float ,

But confined within, like an apple to rot.

Wanted to listen to the beats of my heart,

But burnt are my dreams, with just a little spark.

Everyone here just want to serve God,

forgetting the fact -

I am the supreme creation of the lord

I am girl bounded by the rods.

Gurman Kour

Bhour Camp, Jammu

A Helping Hand

Our Earth is special,

There is just one.

It gives us water,

Soil and Sun.

People and animal,

Share the land.

Let us all lend,

A helping hand.

You should save water,

And plant a tree.

To make this a better home,

For you and me.

Recycle things,

Don’t throw away.

Make every day,

An Earth day

Raja Harteshvan Singh Pargal

7th Class

Call them gods

In my dreams,

I see a Phoenix,

a Phoenix as a flame, carrying

The fire of the power of men,

Which when killed

Bursts and extinguishes

But is reborn with the

Spark of humanity, with which

Men are graced, not to fight,

Over land, love, separation,

Slavery, independence, but

To fight, the hatred.

Hatred that is infested in

Others brains, to advance

Humanity in the society, to

Rise from the flame of grief, a Phoenix

Is reborn to defeat ice,

To protect humanity, to protect

The earth, the world, the existent universe.

Gods they may be called

For they are the guards of differences

And once you play gods

You become the warriors

Risen from dust. A child Phoenix.

Sachdeep Singh

12th A

Jodhamal Public

School , Jammu