How dependent I was
Carefree life it was
Until that ferocious and raging winds
Shook my life and it’s strings
Struggling and doing things on my own
With this tumultuous phase I’ve grown
In their absence how much I learnt
Midnight oil I’ve burnt !
Indeed a cataclysmic phase ….
A penultimate stage ,
With perturbed mind…..
And responsibilities bind ,
Incessant troubles ….Everday’s struggles
Tutelage and pedagogy offered by life
Has revamped a careless and pampered
teenager torn with strife
I’m doing my part
That which is my slot
Prioritising my responsibility and duty
Since its my beauty
Yah! Studies got affected
But when I reflected
I found this phase has taught me much
Which 12 years study couldn’t teach as such
This time, I never let them compromise
As it was my turn to sacrifice
That’s why I’m much sufficed
No my battle is not over
Dark clouds still hover
For a gruelling test I’m appearing
Through it my life is steering
It’s hard I know
But it’s seed for future that I’ve to sow !!!
My aims and Objectives
I fight everyday with my thinking,
Adjusting life with wishes sucking.
Aim and objectives are lost,
I am again with my past.
What I try to forget is with me again,
Oh my God why don’t you see my pain.
Missing my target day and night,
All the aims are joking tonight.
My failure has choked me,
Mocking on me and poking me.
How should I reach, the dream
is fading everyday.
My aims and objectives
are dating away.
Sunil Pandit (Pamposh)
My Dear Nidhi Miss!
You love us without being selfish,
You treat us like a mother,
Like you there is no other.
When we are sad;
You cover us in the blanket of love,
Which is sweet and pure like a dove,
Nothing can be more
sacred than your soul,
O, thanks for leading us
to our goal.
Class 7th -A
BSF Sr.Sec. School