I made sunshine pass through the hole!
I was built by many famous kings,
sculptors carved me in huge stones.
Each of my parts were selected carefully,
and was carved very beautifully.
I made sunlight pass through the hole,
which made an inverted image to fall.
Many gods liked to live in my heart,
so, I gave them a part of my heart.
Elephants were left to be under my shade,
I thank the men by whom I was made.
I was carved as a lotus mahal,
with petals carved exactly like lotus’s petal.
I was also built as a queen’s bath,
in which queen used to have many a grand bath.
I was made as a stage once,
where king used to have meetings.
Then, I was carved as a chariot which was stable,
which is unique in the world like a rebel.
I was ruled well by Krishna Devaraya,
I was defeated when ruled by Ramaraya.
But, when Ramaraya was ruling,
Bahamani Sultans came for ruining.
This led to the outbreak of war,
Ramaraya wanted to save me.
But sultans did not leave me.
I was known by the name Vijayanagar before.
Now in the name of Hampi
My story was a mystery
But now it is a history.
My ruins are now made free,
please visit me when you are free.
Anushree H Nadig,
IXth ‘B’ Kendriya Vidyalaya BEML Nagar, KGF.
The surreal stars
In the infinite abyss
so vast, so blue,
stretched out into the depths of time,
flecks on the heavenly canvass.
The audacious twinkle
in rain or shine, ever-present,
mocking at all of humanity.
So near, and so far.
The seductive glimmer
beckoning and cautioning -
an eternal mystery, defying reason
questioning and countering.
Icy, unattainable, galaxies away
eternally just out of reach,
mistresses of mankind.
Transforming forever,
night after night,
giving solace and comfort
to those who seek it,
denying those who seek too much,
Stars - swirling spheres of vapour,
light-years away, in a galaxy unknown
and twinkling orbs of light
in the dark, distant sky.
Sadarchita Prasad
You must read this poem
Nobody
I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you - Nobody - too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d banish us - you know!
How dreary - to be - Somebody!
How public - like a Frog -
To tell your name - the livelong June -
To an admiring Bog!
Emily Dickinson
