Rhyme Time
Walls

I build walls, I build walls

Around myself I build tall walls

Walls that do not let anyone hear

How much pain does my heart bear

Walls that do not let anyone know

The infinite depth of my sorrow

Walls that do not let anyone see

How my loneliness is deeper than the sea

Walls that do not let anyone understand

My life similar to sand, slips out of hand

Walls that have even blocked my eyes

From tears that I might have shed

Walls which do not let me touch

All the ones whom I love

These walls have now grown so tall

Mercy, my lord!

Now ‘Swasti’ the prisoner wants them to fall

Mother is the precious gift of Lord,

Whose value is impossible to be set forth in words;

Who works out the whole day

To fetch her family plentiful of happiness and joy;

She sacrifices her needs,

To provide her family love and care;

It wouldn’t be wrong to describe her as a huge tree

Which protects and gives shade

She deprives herself of the last morsel of meal,

To provide her child with sufficient to eat;

To signify her importance, we celebrate Mother’s Day,

But what actually she deserves,

No one can pay.

Rishabh Arora, IX-B, St. Joseph’s Convent School, Hoshiarpur

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