In praise of India
Having fought colonial
rule,
With pride in my eyes, I
watch the tricolor unfurl.
With the launch of cable,
Don’t I find the world
at my table?
Guided missile and nuclear
power,
The meteoric rise of my
nation,
Is the need of the hour.
Amidst the din and uproar
against brain drain.
I fear
My voice shall drown, in
this surcharged atmosphere,
Against which I cry hoarse
For talent which leaves my
country.
Without any sense of
remorse.
Since we have entered the
cyber era,
Why should we join Indian
diaspora?
Be it Germany, Poland or
Japan...
Isn’t mera
desh mahaan?
— Anterjot
Singh Bains, Class X-B,
St. John’s High School, Chandigarh.
A wrestler
A man who is fit, strong
and the best,
And has a strong and a
sturdy chest,
A man whose biceps are
like iron ball,
Is called as wrestler and
is known to all.
A wrestler has an strength
of his own,
And can lift a rock like a
small stone.
He can beat any odds for
he has the power,
To reach the moon and the
stars.
For him it’s not a gift
of nature,
He has worked hard to have
such features.
But still deep within
under that tough skin is a beating heart.
No matter what they are,
No matter what they’ll
be,
Concern and love they too
deserve,
Despite of their cruel
destiny.
— Aseem Surinder, Class
VII-B,
St. Joseph’s Convent School, Ferozepur.
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