A Holiday

A HOLIDAY is a time to play,
When children are full of joy,
Parents do not stop them from enjoying,
With their friends and their toys.
They have a great time,
In the sunshine,
Children play in the park,
And when it gets dark,
They come back home.

— Shruti Sharma

Poverty

POVERTY in India is a great pain indeed,
The poor find no food on which to feed.
The poor pathetic children are in rags,
They are not like the ones, who carry school bags.
The poor have to suffer a lot,
Specially in villages, where there’s a drought.
These people whether young or old,
Work hard whether it’s hot or cold.
The children should be trained and taught,
To face trouble of any sort.
Let us try to help them,
And their faces will shine like a gem.

— Anupreet Kaur Paik

Beyond the fall...

AS the blinding blizzard ruffled
the calm of my world with its roaring thunder,
I saw the contagion of greed,
consume my hero, with eyes full of wonder.
My hero, the player, he was everything
I wish I could be.
There he stood now, his head bowed in shame,
an epitome of disgrace, for others to ridicule,
They bought him for a few green leaves.
but he’d sold out the dignity of his nation, his goal.
Our faith in him, and the game is broken.
This fall of man has pinched my soul.
Today I resolve to be happy in my honest poverty,
To stay away from the mirage of dishonest wealth.
To do only what my soul says is right,
so that I can stand tall, with my head held high.

— Mili Bhardwaj