“IN THE NEW CITY…’’
Estranged from my home, my place
Looking for a great solace,
In the new city!
Missing my mother’s lullabies,
Which she used to sing to keep me at ease,
In the new city!
Recalling that tittle-tattle in my verandah,
Which could be often combined with a glass of Mirinda,
In the new city!
Thinking about my earnest school and friends,
Then comparing with my mates here who never get over with the latest trends,
In the new city!
A tussle going on between the serene
environment of my town,
And the exorbitant mayhem which
makes me down,
In the new city!
People trying to tarnish me,
Sending shivers down my spine,
In the new city!
Quaffing and at times tugging me into this vicious circle of doom,
And then gawping when I refuse and go in my room,
In the new city!
No one who can be trusted upon,
All the intimates have gone,
In the new city!
In the middle of this ocean, I cannot go back,
Certainly want to stay with everything in pack,
In the new city!
The amulet reminding me of my mother,
Consoling, He (God) cares for you, who in his hair, has a feather,
I know the path to success won’t be a cakewalk,
But, envisaging, to see myself even taller than a stork,
In the new city!
Apoorva Shekher
BORN TO DIE
Blessed were the hours when I was born to the Soil Divine
earlier I belonged to her and soon She became mine,
Saints chanted that I will make her Proud,
and She will praise my name in a voice so Loud……
Gradually I was brought up in the lape of Nature,
and my Godly Parents turned me into a Wealthy Creature,
They infused in me the Patriotic feelings and Bred me Hard,
and always made me win over the Heaviest Sword……
I Promised my Parents that I won’t let them down,
and they will always cherish my living in the Kingly gown,
I promised me Love not to feel so low,
I will be born again to keep the vow…..
My pals need not be mum and look depressed,
they shall be proud looking at me in Flag dressed,
All my belongings I hand over to them,
they shall not just gaze but treasures like Gem….
I request everyone, “Please don’t cry,’’
for I am a Soldier and “I was born to Die.”
Kulbhushan Gupta
BY RIVER SIDE
I want someone who’ll sit with me by the river side
Who’ll share her thoughts and cries
She’ll feel me from her heart inside
I want someone who’ll sit along with me by the river side
Looking at moon from the mirror of water
Waiting for the blessings from the goddess of love
In a hope of dark night
I want someone who’ll sit along with me by the river side
She’ll fill my life with lush magnolia
Being moon as witness, she’ll say three magic words of life
And the moving water will message this to its pathway side
I want someone who’ll sit along with me by the river side
Ashish Sharma
Indra Gandhi Govt. Dental College
Jammu
FLYING ANGELS
As I sit to pen down the seasons,
Colourful birds spring my heart
And chirp in my winterless garden.
A leade of life comes in me replacing ot my soul.
Listening to thy distinct melody,
The tears may shed, The rain may come.
A rush of vigour in my unmatured brain
From the core to heaven and
Everywhere in between pulsates with life.
Migrating to their small nests
Sometimes over the trees and
Sometimes over the mountains.
Absorbing in thou titanic view
I’m waiting still, till the next dawn.
Cooling my head by the visual delight
I’m the one to have walked over the lakes.
Below my feet, the same world of ours,
But up my head, a rejubilated world
Of the flying angels……..”HEAVEN”
-Abhishek Jandial
and Kokila Jandial
Laker Mandi, Jammu
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