Independence day a unique day, a special day , a gala day
We pay unfailing befitting tributes to our esteemed freedom fighters on this day.
Functions like festivals held
Wall paintings done
Whatever , semblance of independence done , very well done.
Flag hoisting a special feature is done
In schools, colleges , universities, government offices , all other offices , places and including our homes too.
Flag hoisting with full respect is done.
We all commemorate the day for them who gave us freedom and have gone but not bygone.
To commemorate the sacrifices of all those who gave their yesterday and have gone
What for, for our glittering today and thereafter down the line generations to carry on.
They remain close to our hearts
And their patriotism won everyone’s heart.
Let us all come together
To celebrate the spirit of unity , freedom and progress
With pride and patriotism.
A humble call to unite and gather
Speaks volumes of a nation being together.
Supreme is our nation
Freedom fighters beautiful creation.
Col Parmjit
PERFECT LIFE
A house that’s truly mine,
with vintage lights that shine,
pretty wallpapers, a cozy couch,
and dreams I’ll keep, not hand to vouch.
Not under my parents’ name,
but built with my own aim.
A place where I can take a stand,
and let my dreams expand.
I’ll lead with the right attitude,
and still show gratitude.
Find joy in little things each day,
where success will light my way.
A space to grow, to laugh, to cry,
with peace that money can’t buy.
Where I meet my needs with ease,
and my heart stays at peace.
No hidden pain, no silent screams,
just me, and my perfect dreams.
Akshra
Who am I?
Looking out of the window, I beheld the sky was pouring.
When a little drop of sorrow awakened the thoughts
of my mind that were howling-
Howling, Who am I?
A bird to flutter,
Or a bird to stutter?
Desired-if only I could choose
The path of fiction.
Looking into the mirror, there was a dead soul of mine,
Full of lies and suffice,
Like a mistaken rose of concession.
Desired-if a divine would heal,
That’s what I feel.
Reasoning if I could smile, but happiness was a mile away.
Howling, Who am I?
A rose with thorns,
Or a memory of warmth?
I could see the downpour healing me in its form.
Samridhi Chandan
Class 11, Rich Harvest
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