Poesy
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