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The voice of a girl child, Which is killed like an animal wild. Asks her mother, Why doesn’t she love her like she loves he r brother. Why all these differences, Which create such circumstances. Why is she treated like a burden In the journey of life like a hurdle I will raise my voice against this injustice And ask why boys are preferred And girls sidelined. Pelika Gupta, X-D, St. Joseph Convent Secondary School, Bathinda Budding poet Poetry is a talent that God has given me, I can pen a poem on anything I see, I write on all things that please me, Like the breeze that blows past, Like nature that is so vast, Rhyming or not rhyming I don’t care, It is my imagination that I want to share, A poet is what I want to become, I know it will be done. Jasmine Sekhon, VI-C, Sacred Heart Convent Senior Secondary School, Sarabha Nagar, Ludhiana My little brother My little baby brother, is twenty days old! Why does he sleep the whole day! He gets up only to take his feed! When will be play with me When will he fight When will he show that I’am his big ‘B’ Ayush Aggarwal,
III-C, St. Luke’s Senior Secondary
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