(Self made poem)
Oh God !
Let me fly again.
This cruel world bit me,
And left me moaning in pain.
Please God !
Let me fly again.
These cruel hunters crushed me,
And became as merciless as could be.
I asked them “What would you gain?”
They laughed at me.
Please God !
Let me fly again.
Now, my wings are cut down.
Those precious jewels of mine blue and brown.
They destroyed my home.
And I became all alone.
My brothers and sisters can still touch the sky
But I can’t join them, for I can’t fly.
My thirst is not for water but for liberty, which I want to gain.
Please God !
Let me fly again.
Somehow, a kind man brought me to his home,
And repaired me all alone.
OH ! DID I FORGOT TO INTRODUCE MYSELF?
I AM AN AEROPLANE.
This is age of modern marvels.
Oh ! God. I’m bored.
When will I fly again?
Self-written by:
SHAGUN SUHAIL.
Class- lX th
School- Sumermal jain public school.
Address- C1 A/ 54-B, Janak puri New Delhi 110058.india
Res. 25619451.
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(Self made poem)
Adorned by the beauty of nature,
Exists a mystic garden at the end of the boulevard.
An eldorado for animals and birds,
And blossomed trees in a perfect bliss.
Conceited peacocks and condors rest under the arbours
Earth cluttered with brackens, brushwood and briers make the land beauteous.
Cypresses, cedars, yews along with birch and beech trees chant a song of joy.
Boisterous blackbird, nightingale, swallows and curlews make a cacophony.
Squirrels and chipmunks hurry to their dreys with ambrosial acrons,
and delicious pecans in their mouth.
Boundless sky sparkles with cirruses,
And the clarity of the dews forms a calyx.
Slowly departed leaves fall gently to the ground.
Land strewed with laurels and dills enjoy the morning light,
In the cheeping and crooming of baby birds
Wild honeysuckles, bluebells and buttercups seem like confetti scattered all over.
Young daffodils and dandelions sing a song of pride,
This creates a bizarre, too beautiful to see.
Windswept daisies and lilies caress to the beauty of
the garden.
All the mushy leaves and dinky flowers,
Make us colourblind.
I wish I’d been there, where,
Effervescence of flowers is a dissemination of LOVE.
Self- written by:
SHAGUN SUHAIL
Class- lX th
School- sumermal Jain public school.
Address –C1 A /54-B Janak puri New Delhi 110058.India.
Res.-091 25619451.
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