Rhyme Time
Wait in vain

It never came,

And will never come,

It befriends the lazy,

Who towards their duty,

Are never crazy,

Nobody has seen it,

Nobody is able to meet it,

We often think a

Proper solution for it,

But nothing seems right.

Work, left for tomorrow,

Will always cause sorrow,

Things, we often borrow.

If not returned today,

Will never be returned

tomorrow.

It never came,

And will never come,

What do you think?

What is tomorrow?

Whether a joy or sorrow?

Antriksh, IX, Sacred Heart Convent School, Samrala

For him his work shall say,

That, that smile is a facade.

That those greedily folded hands,

For long shall not remain.

That those promises like since ages,

Will be given a premature pyre.

That those words which oblige service,

Are from a diehard liar.

That his service means sycophancy,

That his promises are a pretence.

That making claims is his hobby,

Forgetting them in his pastime.

That he is the lion, the king,

Not half as brave or majestic.

But because the hyenas trail him,

Feeding on the carcass he kills.

That the pardes and the tigers are extinct,

For they had this king dethroned.

For the leopards and the tigers are extinct,

Do all the animals lose hope?

Tanuj Kalia, X-A, St Mary’s High School, Sundernagar

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