The barren triumph

Ever seen the sun rising

Behind the tallest building in the town?

Ever heard the charming bird

Or the wind howl?

Ever stared on a pigeon in flight?

Or seen the heavenly orange

Gradually turn to white?

Ever heard the pipal leaves,

Rustle in white light?

Or ever brought the moistened blossom

To your careless sight?

Yes! Yes! Heard, seen and felt all,

But at night in dreams:

In reality seen nothing,

But wars, threat and heard aching screams

— Vasu Kumar, Class XI,
K.R.M. D.A.V. College, Nakodar

My mother is nice,

With a warm smile.

Pretty is her face,

Which is full of grace.

Her lovely smile,

That is not only for a while.

To hospital she goes at eight,

But comes back quite late.

She cooks food,

That is very good.

When I have my tests,

She does not get any rest.

She never makes a haste,

And her time is not to waste.

Nature

I wish I were a tree

How happy I would be

I would swing in the air happily

But one day someone would cut me heartlessly

I wish I were a flower

How I would enjoy myself in rain shower

My beauty would add to my pride

I would be as attractive as a bride

But again one or the other day

Somebody would pluck me away

Iwish I were an innocent bird

I would fly high over the whole world

How much fun would it be to fly

Mine would be the whole sky

But again it is going to be the same

I would be the target of some hunter’s game

How beautiful and precious our nature is

Be sure to never let go of this bliss

— Bunny Menra, Class IX-C,
St Joseph’s Convent School, Hoshiarpur