Writer's Garden



You love the roses - so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush.
Why will it not?
Then all the valley would
be pink and white
And soft to tread on.
They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet;
and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking,
all at once!

George Eliot 1819-1880

My angelic wings!

Don’t be startled by the things you’ll see,
There are so many things you can find in me!

To start off, I am very Good,
And to admit, I love eating food.

There are some things which never fits,
Because I get angry for the tiniest of bits.

Gosh! You should see my angry mood,
I’m capable of creating a very big feud.

Hence, my friends fear me a lot,
Even though I’m such a tiny tot.

I am sweet, but not so much,
Because I’m temperamental and things as such.

I don’t boast of the silly things,
Which my friends say gives me angelic wings.

I don’t like being ignorant,
And I simply hate people who are arrogant.

I hate people who don’t appreciate someone,
For whatever great things others might have done.

I like people who are kind,
Especially, the ones who work with their mind.

I don’t like people who pretend,
Which they foolishly think is a trend.

These are the things that I could see,
of  I, myself and me.

—T R Neeraja
St. Annes PU College,
Ulsoor, Bangalore.

A big mistake

Once I made a big mistake,
a big one indeed,
it all started one afternoon,
when i saw a girl in need.
I ran to her and asked her,
 if she was fine,
since she had fallen on the floor,
while reading a black board sign.
I helped her get off the floor,
and gave har some water to drink,
but she was'nt ready to drink it,
I was a stranger she would think.
So I felt bad that she ,
thought of me like that,
and left her there,
where she cried and sat.
soon I heard someone,
shout to her "happy birthday"
I realized I made a mistake,
and thought of words to say.
i went back to her
and apolozed for my mistake,
she said sorry too,
and accepted her mistake.
We both had learnt,
a lesson that day,
that we shall think,
before we say.
And we should never,
have a problem to lend,
and help if they need us,
and you'll make a friend.

By Shivangi Dharne
Bishop Cotton Girls' School

Walking past the flower beds

Walking past the flower beds
Walking past the flower beds
wandering thoughts of love
approach me dazzled by the beauty of this abode canvas splattered with colours of nature

Flora and fauna wearing their brightest hues all soaking up the warmth of the sun butterflies dancing on the petals and grasshoppers hopping about  happily

The pond rippling with sounds of
laughter the creatures of the garden joining in I wonder how long this world would remain
Is this all an illusion?

Or have I just discovered Paradise?

Malini Srikrishna
11 years, SKCH (CBSE)

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