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| POETRY
- Senior Section, [Poem] |
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| KARGIL
: A TRIBUTE |
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Divya
Verma, IX-2, CMS,
Mahanagar (NB) |
There was a youth full
of life,
Who had a son and a pretty wife.
A dream home with the aroma of coffee,
Giggles, laughter, chocolate and toffee.
The aged parents with a sense of contentment,
Sipping their tea, in the lawn of cantonment.
The dreams of future filled the four pair
of eyes,
Unaware, unprepared, they did not notice
the cries.
The monsoons of the year brought for them,
Some garlands in wreath, salute and a
coffin.
In the lawn of cantonment with sighs and
tears, they stood still.
The dreams were shattered into pieces
with news from Kargil.
Now the pale leaves of Autumn, breeze
of winter and showers of rain,
Bring with them the season of sorrow,
pride and pain.
We miss the hero who changed the course
of strife,
That youth full of life who had a son
and a pretty wife.
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| SMILES |
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Mujtaba
Ariz Khan, XII-A, CMS,
RDSO |
Why
with sorrow your heart gets tire,
Things seldom happen in the way you desire.
Sadness like a curse subdues your inner
fire;
So, for brighter days ahead, a happy heart
is required.
Flowers of pain bloom
and shed away,
Injuries of time get cured in a span of
a day.
Friends, you have all the reasons to be
delightful and gay;
And while the sun is shining, make your
hay.
Happiness is magic, which
makes your heart
fly giving you the wings,
Happier the the face is, closer the heart
it brings.
You may weep alone, but will find chorus
when you sing;
A smile is a curve which strengthens many
a things.
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| LIFE
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Neha
Shrotriya, IX D CMS,
Gomtinagar |
A journey that goes on
and on,
Which starts for us when we are born.
The time we have to spend till our end,
Is passed in different ways and trends.
Some think it fun some a duty,
Some just live on without
Knowing its beauty.
But what it is, is yet to be known.
Your view towards it is the only thing,
Without it there is no point in living.
At the moment there is only
Exultation and joy,
But destiny thinks us to be a toy.
Today there may be no pain or sorrow,
But life may bring us a melancholy world
tomorrow.
What do you call this thing called life?
Living it, is like walking on the
edge of a knife.
It's not the time to have fun and
just be gay,
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But if you think so, you'll have to pay.
Is it for us to live and merely enjoy?
Just do nothing and pass it by?
It makes a person usually feel
That it is a game of destiny's wheel.
It is a gamble to risk upon
It is something to ponder upon.
It is a goal for us to achieve
And it is upto you whether
You do or deceive.
Whether it be your marks
Or it be your runs,
You have to face some twists and turns.
With ups and downs like a lift,
It is our Lord's precious gift.
The aim of life will day by day grow,
But what's your aim I am yet to know. |
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| SHOWERS
OF RAIN |
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Ankush
Rai, IX G CMS,
Gomtinagar |
The leaves are fresh after
the rain,
The air is cool and clear.
The sun is shining warm again,
And sparrows hopping in the lane...
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That
is why we dance and play,
And that is why we sing.
Calling out in voices gay,
We will enjoy in the school today! |
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It
is a happy thing I say,
To be alive on such a day. |
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WORLD OF CONTRASTS |
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Smarika
Pal, XI-B Aliganj
(Sec. O)
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O Lord, what a contrasting
world you've given us.
Somewhere green, sometimes bare,
Some truths we cannot bear,
Some like to wage a war,
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Some die to sacrifice,
Some try to exploit
Some help other to rise,
Some take care of the future,
Like my beloved, CMS. |
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