I want to be different

I want to be different
I want to be different
I want to touch the sky
 I want to count the stars
I want to be different from the world
I want to be different today
I want to stand straight when everybody bends
To walk on another path and meet other ends
I want to be different today
I want to fly when everyone is on the ground
I want to go straight when everyone is going round
I want to be different from the world
I want to be different today

Trupti R. KoushikIX,  
St. Thomas School (CBSE) Mysore

Eden’s Garden

The hills are still
And the way is all uphill
There is so much of greenery around
That it is difficult to stay on the ground
The hedge is all aflower
and the woodpecker starts to glover
I seem to be myself there
And going on a trip without paying the fare
There seem to be many features
and millions of creatures
Then I have the strangest feeling
And I feel my head reeling
For God and I seem to have become one

Trupti R. Koushik
IX, St. Thomas CBSE School, Mysore

The stairs

Heaven’s stairways?
They run high and low,
The stairways that lead up
To the heavens above
The stairs that take us
Everywhere and nowhere
The stairs, they befuddle me
With the endless spiral
Of one step over the other
I can see them run high
High and high, and higher
Until my eyes can see no more
I climb a little higher,
I stop for breath.
I look down and see
An endless spiral
Stretching down
so low –So low that I can
no longer
See where I came from
I then look up and see
An endless spiral
Stretching up so
high –So high that I cannot
See where the stairway leads.
I stop on the stairs.
In the middle of the stairs.
I ask myself about the climb,
The long, weary climb.
I sit on the stairs –
I sit, and wonder –
Should I climb anymore?

Sadarchita Prasad