I miss the days
When I was a child ,
All the laughs and tears
Were gentle and mild
That was a time
Filled with no fear,
A dreamy world
That felt so real and clear
But their was a thing
That made we aware;
It was the parents
Frowning,warning stare
Childhood was a precious gift
Lasted for years ,
I just want to say
That childhood was an era ,
For which no one truly cares
Sarisha Prashar
Presentation Convent
Jammu
AUTUMN
The leaves are turning russet day by day,
covered with dust they calmly sway,
and just with a soft touch the powdery dust gives way,
The environs are heavy with stillness and haziness,
The dawns and dusks are derelict of all their liveliness,
The thick smog have smothered the earths face,
The trees ,the plants, the surroundings are all engulfed in a polluted haze,
The Air Quality Index is on the rising levels ,
From moderate to unhealthy to dangerous levels,
No way or means to content the rising smog and haze,
But an anticipated natural wintery shower will surely cleanse and clear the polluted maze…
It will not be just another miracle,
but its the prowess of mother nature……
Sunil Dubey
Sainik Colony
Jammu
Life’s Quest
Life is here,
Happiness we seek.
Opportunities are here,
Chances we seek.
Love is here,
Loyalty we desire.
Loyalty is here,
Money we require.
Money is here,
Richness we crave.
Sales are here,
Discounts we request.
Food is here,
Taste we yearn.
Poetry is here,
Rhythm we pursue.
Excess is here,
Satisfaction we pursue.
– Sahaj Sabharwal
Jammu
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