Poems

What is a dream?

It is like sand-
The more you try to grip it,
The more it slips out of your hand.
It is like stars-
Which disappear as the day emerges,
It is like the sky-
Which seems so near,
Yet it is so far.
Yet dreams I believe give the hope,
The will,
The desire of existence.
The say dreams are fantasy,
And hence far removed from reality,
Dare I say they are wrong,
‘Coz some dreams,
I think,
Are so strong,
That they make reality.

— Atul Kaushal

An ode to martyrs’ kin

Your imbued spirit that makes them triumph
Their determination that makes you tough
Protecting the motherland with complete passion
Its true love not just compasion
Your loyalty that is proved by them
Bags full of optimism that is contained in them
Reiterating the greatness of their motherland
There may be as many, as grains in the sand
So what if one is lost
You are the ones who had to bear the cost
The motherland has kin to count on
You have none, the ones you had born
This wrong perception ought to be removed
You confide in us and do not brood
For death resides in power of suggestion
But only after it, does a martyr’s rule begin!

—Apoorv Pandhi

My wish for the soldiers

May you all be successful,
May you all achieve your aim,
May God help you always,
May you get a lot of fame.
Victory is in your way,
Make Pakistani’s feel ashamed,
Don’t worry — go ahead,
God is with you in the life’s game.
Air can stop blowing, water can stop flowing,
sun can stop heating, hearts can stop beating,
Eyes can stop blinking, minds can stop thinking,
but we can’t forget, the wounds that we get...
The challenge may be high,
The dreams bright and new,
The world’s out there,
And it’s waiting for you,
Reach for it all
Dare to dream, dare to try,
No goal is too distant,
No star is too high...

Shveta Chauhan