'The splendour Of The Nature'

Sitting beneath

A mighty tree

Gives me solace,

I feel like out of this world

Where I see the birds little

Fluttering the wings

Delicate and vibrant;

Where I feel

The zephyr gentle

Caressing me like mother,

Whispering of

The things surreal

Seems a bit scary;

As if an entity, huge

Wants to say something strange

But

No time I have

To figure the things out

Cuz I'm enjoying

The splendour

Of the nature

At my best.

Alka Sharma

Rehari Colony

Never Say die

If you can’t run,

You should walk

If you can’t walk,

You should crawl,

If you can’t crawl,

You should keep moving

But never say die.

Vijay Singh Jamwal

Durga Nagar, Bantalab Jammu

Rekindling Childhood in Snowfall Memories

Winter's gift, a snowy sight so bright,

Nature wears a blanket, the Himalayas turned white.

Since childhood, my heart dances with each falling flake,

Clouds crafting tales, anticipation's sweet romance.

Gone are those carefree days, when with friends I'd roam,

Lost in play, forgetting time, no thought of hunger's tome.

Snowflakes softly recount stories of joy and cheer,

Peering through the window, reliving moments vast.

Each snowfall spins stories, pure and light,

Of snowball fights and childhood flight.

In the courtyard's warmth, with cousins so dear,

Snow memories glow, eternally sincere.

Life's currents change, confined within these quiet walls,

Observing the snowfall, nostalgia softly calls.

No longer touching snow or partaking in a playful race,

Time may shift, but memories find a sacred space.

A child's definition fades, as manhood takes its hold,

Yet in the falling snow, cherished stories restart.

Syed Aamir Sharief Qadri