As I struggle to make my mark
in the ever shifting sands of time.

Then
I look around and see

Others who are quite like me
And I find among them

People who seem to like me
I may still be a drop

In a vast ocean,
But I know now, that an ocean

Is made of several little drops.

 Sadarchita Prasad
 II PU
 Mount Carmel    College


THE   BEND  THAT  CAME  TOO  FAST

Aimless walks together we  took
Taking into each other's heart a look

Was it unhappy and sad
Or was  it simply glad

If it was sad then its the end of bother
Cause we were there for each other

If it was glad then the wind fairy,
With it laughter would carry.

Many did envy the bond we shared
For the honesty in our bond we cared

Everyone said we were the best of the best of friends

But whose life doesn't have its bends?
The bend came to fast, too soon,

Would our friendship last?
Would we ever again take those walks?

And ever have those talks?
O friend! Why did you spoil me so?

Not a tear from  my eyes would you allow to flow,

How much in the phone can be carried

When I feel lost and buried.
O friend I do hope life has straighter paths

Lined with  shady trees
Where we could sit and dream

And maybe one day meet.

        Johanna Deeksha
        I PU, HEPsY,
        Mount Carmel College