Sunny Sunday

When all the schools and offices did close,

When the garden was left with just a gloomy rose,

The only thing that made a prose,

Was the hot and scorching sun on post.

When the lonely roads did throw the glare,

When the dogs wandered here and there,

Searching for some water and shade,

Because it’s the heat they want to evade.

When the squirrels moved up and down the trees,

When the birds were left robbed of their peace,

Empty stomach, flying in search of food,

Wherever they sat for rest, they’d get away shooed.

When the hot winds blew endlessly,

When the dust did fly aimlessly,

The pedestrians had a hard time roaming,

With their eyelashes doing all the brooming.

When no one remembers the famous phrase,

"Make hay while the sun shines."

The only thing that comes in mind, is,

"Come out when the sun dines."

— Deepinder Singh Kalra, Class XII,
Govt. Mohindra College, Patiala

Soldier, who is a soldier,

A person whose life is dedicated to the safety of the nation,

The border of country is house of soldier,

Brave are the mothers who have given birth to soldiers,

Soldiers don’t think about their home life,

But about the safety of the nation.

Brave are soldiers who are guarding India’s border,

Every one minute at border is struggle for them,

Salute to soldiers of Jammu and Kashmir,

Salute to soldiers at border of India.

Terrorism

Oh Lord! save me from this terror

It is just not an error

But a deliberate decision

Of a perverted vision

It is to create fear and then frighten

To start slowly and then heighten

It is from time immemorial

It’s not national or territorial

It is in the human mind

To terrorise the human kind

Terrorism is an enemy of patriotism

What does it give ?

Only expresses a desire not to live

Why will it start?

When will it end ?

No one knows what will happen

Navnaaz Kaur Grewal, Class VIII B,
Dashmesh Public School, Faridkot