<p>I want to be different<br />I want to be different<br />I want to touch the sky<br /> I want to count the stars<br />I want to be different from the world<br />I want to be different today<br />I want to stand straight when everybody bends<br />To walk on another path and meet other ends<br />I want to be different today<br />I want to fly when everyone is on the ground<br />I want to go straight when everyone is going round<br />I want to be different from the world<br />I want to be different today<br /><br /><em>Trupti R. KoushikIX, <br />St. Thomas School (CBSE) Mysore<br /></em><br />Eden’s Garden<br /><br />The hills are still<br />And the way is all uphill<br />There is so much of greenery around<br />That it is difficult to stay on the ground<br />The hedge is all aflower<br />and the woodpecker starts to glover<br />I seem to be myself there<br />And going on a trip without paying the fare<br />There seem to be many features<br />and millions of creatures<br />Then I have the strangest feeling<br />And I feel my head reeling<br />For God and I seem to have become one<br /><br /><em>Trupti R. Koushik<br />IX, St. Thomas CBSE School, Mysore</em><br /><br />The stairs <br /><br />Heaven’s stairways?<br />They run high and low,<br />The stairways that lead up<br />To the heavens above<br />The stairs that take us <br />Everywhere and nowhere<br />The stairs, they befuddle me<br />With the endless spiral<br />Of one step over the other<br />I can see them run high<br />High and high, and higher<br />Until my eyes can see no more<br />I climb a little higher,<br />I stop for breath.<br />I look down and see<br />An endless spiral <br />Stretching down <br />so low –So low that I can <br />no longer<br />See where I came from<br />I then look up and see<br />An endless spiral<br />Stretching up so <br />high –So high that I cannot<br />See where the stairway leads.<br />I stop on the stairs.<br />In the middle of the stairs.<br />I ask myself about the climb,<br />The long, weary climb.<br />I sit on the stairs – <br />I sit, and wonder – <br />Should I climb anymore? <br /><br /><em>Sadarchita Prasad</em></p>
<p>I want to be different<br />I want to be different<br />I want to touch the sky<br /> I want to count the stars<br />I want to be different from the world<br />I want to be different today<br />I want to stand straight when everybody bends<br />To walk on another path and meet other ends<br />I want to be different today<br />I want to fly when everyone is on the ground<br />I want to go straight when everyone is going round<br />I want to be different from the world<br />I want to be different today<br /><br /><em>Trupti R. KoushikIX, <br />St. Thomas School (CBSE) Mysore<br /></em><br />Eden’s Garden<br /><br />The hills are still<br />And the way is all uphill<br />There is so much of greenery around<br />That it is difficult to stay on the ground<br />The hedge is all aflower<br />and the woodpecker starts to glover<br />I seem to be myself there<br />And going on a trip without paying the fare<br />There seem to be many features<br />and millions of creatures<br />Then I have the strangest feeling<br />And I feel my head reeling<br />For God and I seem to have become one<br /><br /><em>Trupti R. Koushik<br />IX, St. Thomas CBSE School, Mysore</em><br /><br />The stairs <br /><br />Heaven’s stairways?<br />They run high and low,<br />The stairways that lead up<br />To the heavens above<br />The stairs that take us <br />Everywhere and nowhere<br />The stairs, they befuddle me<br />With the endless spiral<br />Of one step over the other<br />I can see them run high<br />High and high, and higher<br />Until my eyes can see no more<br />I climb a little higher,<br />I stop for breath.<br />I look down and see<br />An endless spiral <br />Stretching down <br />so low –So low that I can <br />no longer<br />See where I came from<br />I then look up and see<br />An endless spiral<br />Stretching up so <br />high –So high that I cannot<br />See where the stairway leads.<br />I stop on the stairs.<br />In the middle of the stairs.<br />I ask myself about the climb,<br />The long, weary climb.<br />I sit on the stairs – <br />I sit, and wonder – <br />Should I climb anymore? <br /><br /><em>Sadarchita Prasad</em></p>
