Rhyme Time
Golden days

When I was a child

I walked to school

And would cry a little

Still, I had to go to school

Then came a stage, when of the word school I became fond

I used to run to go to my favourite haunt

And enjoy myself of full pace

I learned many things

And still remember those days

The treasure of moral values

Still reflects in my ways

Oh! God now, when I look back

I fear those golden days are about to go

I still want to hold them back

How my heart, silently screams

And wish, that parting is just a passing dream.

Ishita, X-C, St Joseph’s Convent School, Pathankot

Your presence makes me glad,

And your absence sad.

You’re an enigma of beauty,

One of god’s flamboyant creations,

Sent from above to fulfil a duty.

Your eyes speak more than your words,

Your voice is sweet, sound deep as the sea,

I love to hear the way you speak,

Even a koyal’s voice would sure but seep!

During the darkest night or worst of storm,

When I would cry you would keep me firm.

Hercules’s strength you carry and heart of a child,

Sweet thoughts you have,

And Mona Lisa’s smile.

Dear mother,

Even if the earth becomes the deepest place in the sea,

Or forever it loses its only name.

I’d always love thee,

As I always do the same.

Alisha Sharma, X, Sacred Heart Convent, Shimla

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