One chilly winter night,

strolling in the moonlight,

my imagination took a flight...

Two men have fight,

on a chilly winter night.

One man kills the other.

He regrets it, but has to hide.

There are no jungles left,

Cities have police and people

Airports are guarded well.

Still he hid,

and he hid well.

Years passed by,

yet no one could tell

where he went,

Was he alive? Or in hell?

He lived on, in hiding,

in a place only he knew about,

till his conscience began to shout.

When he was deafened by its voice,

when he had no other choice,

when he had nowhere else to run,

One chilly winter night, he killed himself with a gun.

Delhi for majesty

UP for history

Agra for forts

Andhra for ports

Kashmir for beauty

Orissa for duty

Assam for dress

Bangalore for press

Rajasthan for dance

Shimla for glance

Chandigarh for mills

Tripura for hills

Kolkatta for writing

Punjab for fighting

Goa for wine

Manipur for being fine

The subject called mathematics,

Its very name creates fear and scare,

Its formulae shake the very nerves of my brain,

Bringing one so much pain and strain.

The mere mention of maths examination

Makes me a pathetic sight,

and scares me day and night.

What more should I write?

At the thought of maths, I’m horrified,

because maths is a terror, and makes me terrified.

Naina Sharma Clsss XI, Modern Vidya Niketan
Higher Secondary School, Faridabad