DEDICATED TO SWEETIPIE;

Never seen an image as u,

Never met a person lyk u,

I know u r with me always,

But still I wish u were here,

Still I feel Ur presence everywhere.

Can’t think of maths without u,

Can’t enjoy Pi’s life without u,

U r & will b my inspiration,

I’ll always b wanting from u,

A never ending motivation.

U r sitting too far,

And here…I’m sitting,

Missing Ur tight scolding;

Missing Ur slight slaps,

And the moments while studying,

When u dozed off 2 get some naps.

Ur anger-melting smile

Is missed by me,

Ur voice is missed too,

And m madly trying

To become lyk u.

U made me smile whenever I cried,

U helped me out whenever I struggled,

And today when I did maths

It made my mind getting puzzled.

Now I can just wish

For Ur endless happiness.

But still I’ll really miss

Those notorious moments with u;

As my wish for u,

Won’t fill my loneliness.

Again I wanna say,

Dat I know u r with me always

But still I wish u were here;

Still I feel Ur presence everywhere.

With endless love,

To my sis.

Who is & will be mine in the coming ages that I’ll live.

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Nitya shefali

9—c,St. Domenic Savio Collage

Lucknow

Ways to live a life

Rich in sacrifice,

A smiley slice,

With the extracts of encouragement & power,

This is how God’s grace will shower.

The whole of happiness,

And pinch of sorrows,

Can make life livable,

So,these you may borrow.

Living for others,

As well as for yourself,

Will give you a peaceful &

Satisfactory health.

So,live every moment,

Of your life,

With compassion as your friend,

And honesty as your wife-----.

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BY:

Nitya Shefali

VIII- A

St. Dominic Savio College

INDIRA NAGAR,Lucknow

Festivals season

Festivals come

To boost our lives

Festivals come

To renovate our lives

Festivals come

To awake our dreams

Festivals come

To remake our lives.

Festivals come

To recharge our souls

Festivals come

To start new projects

Festivals come

To refresh our thoughts

Festivals come

To create new feelings.

Festivals come

To paint our faces

Festivals come

To make new dresses

Festivals come

To cook new dishes

Festivals come

To make new wishes.

Festivals come

To sing new songs

Festivals come

To step new dance

Festivals come

To play new flutes

Festivals come

To give us salutes.

So welcome all festivals

With your feelings

With full emotions

With your heart

With your soul

With your free spirits

With your blessings.

Be the part of the festiv’s joy

Melody and music

Dance on their rythms

Achieve your goals

Achieve sweet dreams.

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Hemant Kumar

Silence of rain

O mother

How lovely and pleasant the weather is today

It’s calling me

Please allow me

To go out in the garden.

Where

Peacock is dancing

Flowers are smiling with

Their refreshed cheerful faces

Plants and trees are creating

A whistling sounds

With their extreme beauty

Every life on earth is

Dancing to the rhythm of

Rain’s sweet music

So why not me?

Mother please allow me to go

Out in the garden

Though the thunder

Of the clouds and lightening bolts 

Are frightening

But the peace of rain’s music

Is superb

and its overlapping the

Hammering sound of clouds

make it less frightening.

I also want to dance

To rain’s music

Want to float paper boats

In the small pond of our garden

Want to chase the jumping frogs

Want to join the orchestra of

Rain’s music

Tree’s whistling

Peacock’s and flower’s dance

And cloud’s hammering

Lightening sounds.

So please allow me to

Go out in the garden

Mother

O my sweetest mother

Please allow me……

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Poetess----Neha shefali

My sweet village

Village

O, my sweet village

Where have you disappeared

I always miss you.....

Many times I searched you in

Concrete’s jungle of city

I searched you in my home’s

Nearby parks

I searched you on my computer’s screen

And also tried to search you on

Long black charcoal roads

But alas……

I could’nt found you any where.

Village

O, my sweet village

Where have you disappeared?

Some times I try to search you

In my defused memories

Some times in my dreams

Some times also try to search you

In my books,charts and maps

But alas…….

I always fail in my all attempts

To find you.

Village

O, my sweet village

Where have you disappeared?

O, my sweet village

Once

At least for once

I want to meet you

Want to go back

To my childhood

Want to play again

In your muddy lanes

Want to run in yellow mustard fields

Chasing colorful butterflies

Want to climb the mango trees

Want to taste sweet blackberries

Of my garden

Want to inhale the fresh air

In my soul

Filled with the sweet fragrance of

Jasmine, magnolia, marigold

And rose flower’s.

O,my sweet village

Give me a chance to meet you

I want to live my sweetest time

Again

Which I had spent in your loving lap.

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Hemant Kumar

An evening with Ganges

How beautiful  are

the banks of Ganges.

Usually I sit in evening

on the bank of holy Ganges

dipping my feet in

its clean and deep water

many beautiful thoughts and feelings

come in my mind and heart

with every waves of  the holy water.

I watch the sun again

and  yet again

sun changes into a red shining ball

it takes a dive in

the deep golden water of Ganges

promising to see me

the next morning.

I watch the fisherman’s

clothless kids diving

from heights in the Ganges water

without any fear

as they have faith in the mother Ganga

that she will always nurse them

in her lap.

Children start swimming

like a group of golden fish

some water birds also

follow the kids

tries to

defeat the boats

which are competing with them.

I start comparing their lieves

With golden fishes

And suddenly a train

Starts whistling on the bridge

Telling me

Our life’s journey Is colorful

like the golden gleaming sun,

The blue water,fishes and these children,

We are supposed to

move on and on,

Just like a train.

How beautiful

are the banks of ganges.

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Hemant kumar

Save children

Jumping children

Dancing children

Singing children

Clapping children.

Playing children

Running children

Fat children

Thin children.

Happy children

Sad children

Crying children

Smiling children.

My children

Your children

white children

Black children.

Here children

There children

Village children

Urban children.

Love children

Nurse children

Teach children

Save children.

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Poetry By--Nitya shefali

How beautiful is sky

Somewhere blue,

somewhere red

Somewhere cloudy,

how beautiful is the sky.

Long long distances,

at the end of the horizon

Sky, blue sky and,

 only beautiful blue sky.

In the sun light

Its converted in a play ground

For many sweet and beautiful birds

Where they play, jump take a dive,

And arrange a music concert.

In the dark nights

When all of us enjoy our dreams

The sky looks like a silver plate

Where moon starts dancing

With infinite twinkling stars.

Some times colours make different shapes

On the wall of this blue sky

Some lions some elephants start

their parade in this sky.

Suddenly these elephants and lions

Start colliding with winds coming from hills

And the rain starts spraying water on earth

A beautiful rainbow appears in the sky

How amazing and beautiful

Is the sky.

Somewhere blue somewhere red

How beautiful is the sky.

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Poem By—Neha Shefali

Posted By—Hemant Kumar

Sweet bird

A sweet little bird

Comes daily

in my garden

She jumps

here and there

One plant to

another plant

Sing very sweet songs.

Sometime

she makes

funny noises

to take food

from me

At other times

She brings

Sweet fruits for me.

And she

requests me

With pitiful

expressions

In her eyes

Not to make her orphan

By cutting trees.

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Illustration & poetry-----

Nitya  Shefali

Butterfly

Butterfly butterfly

O, colourful butterfly.

Where did you come from,

And where will you go,

I don’t know,

Your where abouts.

But I know only,

Your lovely sweet colours,

I feel only your wing’s smoothness

On my face and in my heart,always.

Can you tell me,

Who painted your wings in amazing colours,

Can you tell me,

who gave smoothness to your wings.

O, lovely butterfly,

Don’t be afraid of me,

Come in my garden

And play with me.

Have a look at

 these colourful flowers,

Which I have planted

only for you.

I am assuring you,

I ‘ll not touch your wings,

And wo’nt give you

any harm.

Butterfly butterfly,

O,colourful butterfly.

        000

Hemant Kumar

My Sweet home

Home my sweet home,

I love my sweet home.

I like my home not because,

It has a very beautiful look,

But it is own home,

That’s why I love my home.

Home my sweet home,

I love my sweet home.

When ever I feel tiered,

After running here and there,

My mother lies on a cot with me,

As she starts singing a folk song,

I ask for more songs,

With my sleepy eyes,

That’s why I love my home.

Home my sweet home,

I love my sweet home.

My home converts into Heaven,

On  every holiday,

My elder sister plays with me,

My brother starts dancing with me,

My father always tell me

New adventurous stories,

That’s why I love my home.

Home my sweet home,

I love my sweet home.

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Poetess – Nitya

Published and designed by-- Hemant Kumar