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-----.

000

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.

000

Hemant Kumar

Future’s Artist and painters Part---3

Every child is very special and innovative in this word. Children have their own imagination, own creation .They don’t need any disturbance or interference from elders. They are strong willed, hence Whatever they decide they do it. They don’t like any Question at the time of their creation .But they only need our words of appreciation and inspiration…so please tell them how beautiful their creations are..how priceless their designs are. Have a look on these younger artist’s work……..

Artist------

Arnav Yash Srivastav

Jr k.G.

Gopal sharma school

Pawai

Mumbai

 Artist----
Akanksha
Class-4-D
St Marry convent School
Allahabad(U.P.)

                                                   Artist---Shreyash singh

                                           Class-7--c

                                                 St dominic savio college

                                        Lucknow

                                                            Artist---Nitya shefali

                                                                 Class-8-A

                                                           St dominic savio college

                                                     Lucknow

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……

0000

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