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Saturday, April 28, 2007 |
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One day I saw a girl sitting on the bank of a river, I don’t know what was there that made her shiver. After throwing pebbles in the river, She carefully saw her distorted image as if it was a mirror. A mirror which showed a horrible face of life lived by her, A mirror that showed some memories Which were becoming a burden for her. I don’t know what she thought was lacking around her, Why there was so much pain rooted in her? There was something that was connecting me with her, I was unable to resist myself and I went to her Before I could ask anything from her, I soon realised that I was on my bed. When I think about this dream, I feel we all are in a state of dilemma That was within her; And we all are finding a mirror Which could show us our own selves like her. — Shruti Jhamb,
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He provides God, the Lord of sea and sky, You have heard your people cry. You have made the stars for night, Which make the darkness bright. God, the Lord of snow and rain, You have borne your people’s pain. You broke the hearts of stone, And gave them hearts of love alone. God, the Lord of wind and flame, You tend to the poor and lame. Finest bread you will provide, Till all the hearts are satisfied. — Sahil Mahajan and
Arpan Trehan, VIII-A, |
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