inner voice

                       SUNDAY, january 12, 2014

                          The Diary of a Baby Girl
Hi diary, this is the first time.
I express to you the heart of mine
I look myself there on his screen
They tickle me and even can’t scream
I hear mom laugh and dad rejoice
They say-Let’s hear our baby’s voice
They say our dear is nine months away
But here, I hear them right today
Oh I hear them walk to home
Talking, laughing right today
And here, Dad speaks to me
Oh my baby, we’re waiting for thee
Oh mom, in here it’s so nice
So warm, so clear, so my own
And when you’ll know I’m a her, a she
I’m sure you’ll take me home
Hey mom, hey dad put ears this way
I wanna declare I’m a month today
Oh! Don’t tickle please say it round
What? We’re going for my ultrasound?
Oh again I see myself on his screen
This time I see all my hands n face
Ha, I am here sighing
But hello, why is mom crying?
I hear them weep more now
And talk of curse and misfortune
I can’t see but still feel
I spoilt it- it’s all now ruin
And today with sorrow I say
I’m four months and yet away
I know I should be here sighing
But then I’m her’ a dying
Today for the first I saw world’s light
That too with tears and cries
Here mom and dad, with love I say
Or rather bid you with closed eyes
Was it my fault that I was a girl?
A daughter, a sister, someone’s mother or wife
That I had to be pulled out
Killed and murdered before even coming to life.
Anvi Gupta
School Presentation Convent School

    Time
A time to be born,
And a time to die;
A time to plant and time to pluck up,
That which is planted;
A time to kill and time to heal
A time to break down and a time to laugh.
A time to cast away stones
And a time to gather stones together
A time to embrace and time to refrain from embracing
A time to get and a time to loose
A time to keep and a time to cast away
A time to rend and time to sew
A time to keep silence and to speak
A time to love and time to hate,
And there is a time
A time to war and time of peace.
Megha Jasrotia
Udhampur

     New year, new hope
Old year shed like the leaves
of a tree
No matter how bad it was,
lift your eyes & see
The delight of a new angel
who is coming to you
Whose face is bright &
whose eyes are blue
Little stranger knows nothing
about you
The old one never told your
stories to him
As  you were too lost in crowd
like others
He knew nothing about you
& your whim
But its an inception for you
It’s the time to become
“Man of your dreams”
The old year is sleeping in
his grave &
The new one knows
nothing about  you….!!
Abhishek  Jandial
135-B Ext Bhawani Nagar
Jammu

Another  year
Another year is dawning,
Dear master, let it be,
In working, or in waiting,
Another  year with thee.
Another year of mercies,
Of faithfulness and grace;
Another year of gladness
In the shining of thy face.
Another  year of progress,
Another year of praise,
Another  year of  proving
Thy presence all the days.
Another year of service,
Of witness of thy love,
Another  year of training
For holier work above
Another  year is dawning,
Dear master, let it be
On earth, or else in heaven
Another year for thee!!!!
Shubham Panjgotra

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