Junk the junk food
Some memories always haunt,
Hard you may try to erase,
But you just can’t.
This one has to do with my one dear friend,
Whose craze for junk food
I could not comprehend .
Only child of affluent mom and dad,
He often bragged about his visits to ,
Domino’s, Pizza Hut, KFC and McDonald,
I envied what a blessed life he had.
His tiffin would have pizza,
burgers and French fries,
My paratha sabzi tiffin
always elicited silent cries.
But I noticed slowly he had become obese,
He would tire soon and start to pant,
Whenever we asked him to join in play,
His reply would be, “sorry, I can’t “.
Of late he could not even keep,
Steady gait or exert a little ,
Doctors diagnosed unhealthy food habits,
Had left his bones too brittle.
Even after doctor’s serious warnings ,
He could not reign in his yearnings.
His craze for junk food was
Cause for his sufferings
Then one day principal broke
Heart breaking dreaded news
Lightning struck, fighting tears
As I stood was compelled to brood
Did he eat junk food or he had been
Eaten by the junk food .
Panini Sharma
JPS, Jammu
LIFE GOES ON
Whether there is
Happiness or sorrow,
difficulties or troubles,
pain or suffering
LIFE GOES ON..
It doesn’t stop!
Life is a precious gift
Given to us by God
There are ups and down
Success and failure
But
LIFE GOES ON..
Whenever upset think about
The life of an insect ,
handicapped person, diseased person
Gain some strength
Friends take a deep breath
And keep moving because
LIFE GOES ON..
Charvi Kalsotra
Udhampur
LET THE MAN BE FREE
Shackles of slavery all around,
At behest of power at ground,
Everyone sauntering to exploit,
The one who is not able to fight.
He’s made to work all day long,
Which is not a melody song.
Great desires go to vain,
They come through unnoticed pains.
Liberty equality fraternity are far cry,
Everyone just wants to give try.
No one cares for one,
Even though he is working a tonne.
Whole Globe is witnessing the same State,
Libertarians argue it as their own fate,
Some or the other must see,
So that the man be free
Ansh Chowdhari
66/2A Roop Nagar Enclave
Jammu
IMAGINE
How wonderful it would be,
We were a sentence,
full stop running after us,
to end us.
We would have loved commas,
that gave us longevity,
and exclamatory,
to give us surprise.
Adjective to praise us,
verb to make us work,
somewhere we would be noun,
somewhere pronoun.
Somewhere enclosed in inverted commas,
sometimes limited by bracket,
we would start in present tense,
and end up in past.
Life,
is a story,
full of sentences,
some long, short,
one starts,
other ends,
Literature goes on.
Anshul Aima Koul
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