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Poesy

Poesy

By Rishi Singh

Forgive me

There could be

White Himalayas

And down the stream

There would be a spring

And around the green

There would be a cuckoo

And a song echoing

There could be flowers

And bees buzzing.

My dear, forgive me

In that euphoric heaven

I may forget you

I may desert you.

— Shrishty Joshi, Class IX, VS Niketan school

                                                    

Little children

 See the tender children grow

In their minds

Sow the seeds of knowledge

Let them  flower

Spill wit and thought

And enliven them

Against dullness and darkness

The generation of today

The creators of morrow

Take them to school

Teach them to learn

Make them no fools

Give them a dawn and morn.

— Ashmita Adhikari, Class X, VS Niketan School

My life

When I compare

What I have lost with what I have gained

What I have missed with what attained

Little room do I find for pride.

I am aware

How many days have been idly spent

How like an arrow the good intent

Has fallen short or been turned aside.

But who shall dare

To measure loss and gain in this wise?

Defeat may be victory in disguise

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

— Aashma Thapa, Modern Indian School

The world

is filled with mystery

Look it up

In it is your destiny.

Up high, the birds fly

Gliding here and there

Down below, the

animals roar

Because at times they

are sore.

What a beautiful world

this is

Filled with mystery

Go over some cliffs

And you shall see the

coral reefs.

What a beautiful life this is

Learn to enjoy it

What a beautiful world

this is

Try to love and admire it.

— Anup Chalise, Class IX,

St Xavier’s School

Beggar boy

He’s hungry and desolate

He’s known no childhood joy.

He spreads his hand for a pied of bread

But is left empty as always.

He kneels at a tower doorway

He looks to be without any strength.

His little feet coated with blood

Innocent and lonely, he plays with the cold.

No hope shines in his eyes

Yet he prays for divine grace

And for sunshine of mirth

From cruel people who

surround him.

— Aagya Dahal, Class VIII, Centennial English School