Death

Huge burden of world peace on its wings,

Frustrated by violent things,

It cannot help flying;

See! see! see! That pigeon is dying.

Suffocated by the burnt oil,

Deafened by those aching cries,

It cannot continue its toil,

See it hobbles when it flies.

Crippled by the WMD’s,

Blackened by that black smoke,

Gasping in the red seas;

Those red seas, those thirsty sailors and that crew,

And that panting pigeon in the red desert,

Which once, in the skies flew.

Now hopes and only hopes are flying,

See! see! see! That pigeon is dying.

I love the rainy season.

It gives me a very good reason.

To open my new umbrella

and walk in the rain

I splash the water around

and see it go down the drain.

When I finished my last board exam,

I jumped happily with my head very calm.

I was happy as I had completed another class,

But what about my heart? It was as fragile as glass.

For one reason I feel my school days should never end,

And that is due to my dearest teachers and friends.

Now I will have to leave school for +1, +2,

But where my friends will be, I have no clue.

There I have spent many memorable days and years,

But soon I will enter the world of violence and fear.

Then I consoled my heart by saying that this is life

And it has to run,

Build your career to have some fun.

But my heart still feels that lucky are those students

Who study in school,

Because life in school is still very cool.

Tanvir Kohli, Class X,
St Xavier’s, Bathinda