GROUPISM
There is groupism in cities,
The groupism in caste,
There is groupism in religion,
The groupism is vast.
We find groupism,
In villages and towns,
There is groupism,
In families or homes.
There is groupism,
In unions and school,
There is groupism in labourers,
To make us fool.
There is groupism in associations,
And groupism in preachings,
We find the groupism,
In all the teachings.
The groupism creates crisis,
The groupism yields to cheat,
The groupism is invaded by enemy,
And always faces the defeat.
The groupism in society,
Breaks all the norms,
The groupism every where,
We often see harms.
The groupism in party,
Will lead to loss,
The groupism can be snubbed
By a rigorous boss.
The groupism should vanish,
To save the humanity/Society,
For all round development,
Always maintain unity.
Vidya Rattan Sharma
Nagrota Gujroo
Billawar (Kathua)
I Miss You, I Miss Your Love
Today walking alone in the cold
I miss your warm hold
Every moment dying from inside
I miss our smile wide
The fragrance of your pure love
The freedom with you to fly high
In the limitless sky like a dove
I miss you, I miss your Love
Tears roll out tearing my heart
When mirage of your memories
Shatter from my eyes
I search you every where
But you are no where
I miss my body filled with life
Without any more fountain of love
My soul tired and dried
I miss you, I miss your Love
Sailing just you and me alone
In the endless ocean of Joy and Love
Why you left me alone
On this island of thorn
I would have swallowed all the deadly poison
But not a single moment without your vision
I miss your touch soothing my pain
Without you now my life is all vain
I miss you, I miss your love
Er. Shivalik Kalsotra,
Ramnagar,
Udhampur
CHOOSE THE COLOUR
Holy has behind it legends great
Among festivals we await it and treat
With reverence in mood festive
Celebrate it in ecstasy set us restive.
Hiranyakashap was a haughty king
Stressed the masses for praises always to sing
He was brute but never mute
Prahladha was his son always cute
He had him inflicted countless worries
Strangled thoughts always sunk his ferries
Was he a father or a perpetrator
People Jibe him saying grusesome traitor
There was havoc wrought alround
No compromise nor mental sound
He had no God no fear
Except to create tension to tear
Solace of subjects he ruled over
Prahladha was a devout worshipper
of God to solace the commoner
He had no whims and fancies
Over brimmed his heart with clemencies
Father grew jealous of his nature
Thouht he always ways to torture.
So he planned to do with him away
To secure the might be could sway
Holika had a boon in her bosom
Not to ablaze besides she had wisdom
Fire was lit Holika on heap of wood
Prahladha couched in lap began to brood
God saved him Holika turned to clindens
Holika was dead with no mourners
So, Holika turned Holi with joy and mirth
For it had a new leash Prahlada got rebirth
Holi represents colours in huge
In it communal harmony takes refuge
Let us choose the colour best
To set ill effects at vest.
Bushan Malmohi
Ajit Colony
Gole Gujral Jammu
The Truth I Know
On the mountains of truth,
You can never climb in vain;
Either you will reach a point higher up today,
Or you will be training your power’s hard.
So that you will be able to climb
Higher tomorrow!
If I could live a thousand times
If I could make a thousand tries
Maybe then I’d get it right
The more I see,the more I know
That everyone just wants to show
No I don’t want to see the truth!
Sachin Koul
10th
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