MY VACATION ON A HILL STATION
There is a hill station,
Where I went for my vacation,
It was free of pollution.
There were lots and lots of flowers,
At which we can stare for hours.
Look up, above the head of thee,
There is a buzzing bee.
You lose all other thoughts from your head,
You don’t wanna go and sleep inside your cozy bed.
There’s lots and lots of lush green grass,
In a big volume and a huge mass.
No one can get better of this place,
It changes the sad look of your face.
I’m so sad this vacation has come to an end ,
The time that has gone past ,
I wish I could mend !!!!
Sachi Sathye
BLESS THE FALL
We may not be best friends anymore.
We may not stay up until 4 am.
Every single night,
Talking about whatever is on our minds.
But I’ll never forget,
The things you said,
The plans we made,
And how happy I felt with you.
We may not be best friends anymore,
But you are still I person I think about every night until 4 am,
And talk about whatever is on my mind,
Hoping you’ll be thinking about me too.
You are still one person,
Who can make me happy,
Beacause you are still my bestfriend,
Just because you replaced me,
Doesnt mean I replaced you.
I guess we all have two personalities,
The one during the day,
If we were asked we were happy,we would say ‘absolutely’
We’re happy and we dont need any help,
We are completely okay.
But then there’s the other,
That at 2 am,sitting alone in their room,
Wondering if someone likes them at all,
Asking themselves what is the point,
In any of this,The one that is in pain,
And this is one that needs to be shown how beautiful they are.
Vishal Koul,
Science College, Jammu
A PIECE OF BREAD
She was laying on her deathbed asking
for just a piece of bread,
not from the hands who nursed
but from the ones she had fed.
Several were there to hold
her hand time had they spared,
but she was just looking
for the ones she had cared…..
A passerby came who knew her once,
afraid she was and asked for her sons,
Urged an attendant to send a word
and make haste,
for the time she had left was not
enough to waste…..
She was barely blinking her eyes,
looking for her sons she had called thrice.
A tear just rolled down her cheek,
when one of her sons, said,
“Why is she weak?”….
The passerby said, “It’s not the time
for question?”,
just sit by her side, she is
looking for a potion.
She was dead the moment he
lifted her head,
The passerby said,
“She was asking for just
a piece of bread,”
not from the ones who
nursed but from the
ones she had fed….
Kulbhushan Gupta
Mother
Mother is someone next to God,
Who makes someone from small as a pond,
But please tell me one thing dear Lord,
Why do they feel pain when a baby is born.
She takes care of her young ones,
And the young ones become
the loved ones.
But when the child grows,
Her job is done.
A mother always loves her child,
Even if her child is sad,
To her child she is very much kind,
And for all their bad deeds she is blind.
Aiman Gupta
G.D Goenka Public School
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