I LOVE TO FAIL
I love to fail,
Failure fills you with the zeal to do more,
It tells you how far you are from your goal
It shouts try and try again
Like a true friend it gives you a lot to gain
It teaches you humbleness, persuades to burn as a flame
However, you may feel a little bit of pain
But dear friends, success leaves you with blank smile
Thinking what to do next
Because it is only failing that takes test
The other one makes you to do rest
So it’s up to you, whom you think is best.
Honey Sharma
GGM Science College
Fake Society
The world masked with quotes of humanity,
Is still heartless with ample of cruelty.
Yesterday while passing my way,
Saw something brutal and dirty play,
Smashing of two-and-four wheels happened,
The fight started with hands as weapon.
Occured between a kid and a couple,
The kid got beaten as his age was humble.
Just to prove them right,
Continuously the kid got slapped by the bride.
At home cuddling and loving their child,
Outside being so inhuman and wild.
The people with phones in their hands,
On their mouths had silent bands.
The good one who indulged,
Was warned of being bulged.
Where’s the humanity they socially share?
Was beating the innocent fair?
To the one who’s reading,
Your hands would only give the kid bleeding.
Fights didn’t turned the loss to gain,
Gain would be if you had helped the child in pain.
Keep your heart naked,
Otherwise throw all your harshness flaked.
Things can be purchased again,
But your one action can put a family in vain.
“Goods are to be used,
And people are to be loved.”
Make sure in your heart,
You make goodness indulge!
Archita GoswamI
Gift of nature
When sun hid behind the green mountains
The clouds replaced the weather’s crown.
When thunderstorm began
to happen in my town
The blue of sky changed to cloud’s brown.
All kids got drenched in shining water
Returning and laughing on the wet road
Their hands were sheltering the heads.
But one dared eye the rainy heaven.
Smiling silently on feeling the Nature’s gift.
Searching for the fragrance of sky
That rain had gifted him once.
My window being witnessed
every day of every season
But he felt in love with
the heavenly waters.
I too had crush on her drops.
But she never made me her friend.
Nor did my window see her again.
Gone are those days when Nature would
Amble in my city with my mind
On the wet cloudy streets of Sunblind
Abhishek Jandial
The flying solider
I am brave, always ready to enter my grave.
It was a dream to fly,
and when I joined air force,
I just floated in sky.
When my end comes near,
we never shiver with fear.
My jets fly, to reach stars,
for gaining victory,
Defeating the boundry’s mystery.
My shadow sometimes hides in light,
I never thought about my last flight,
But the thing that matters , is the way I fight.
When I am alone, a thought arrives in my mind,
What if I died in warzone,
How fast the time flow,
I will be alive the next movement,
I don’t know.
But I will feel proud,
no matters
if my last words will be loud.
But I still want to fly, over my country’s
sky and want to die on my land
And if I fall,
give me a farewell
with a tricolored pipe and band.
Akshit Singh
K.V. Bantalab, Jammu
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