Saturday, May 19, 2007
A place full of rush,
Paper thrown here and there
Shopkeepers could be seen selling chips,
And students going for trips.
Poor begging for money,
Whether it is cloudy or sunny.
Water taps flowing uninterruptedly,
And toilets not cleaned regularly,
Station service is too poor,
As there are no doers.
Ticket checkers are corrupted,
Who can never be corrected.
The poors call it a sleeping place
Where they live life without grace.
Pelika Gupta, XI, St. Kabir Convent School, Bhucho (Bathinda)
During my vacation
I visited Jwalaji temple
The devotees were kind and gentle
They came from far and wide
Rajasthan, Haryana, Punjab and Uttar Pradesh
Singing songs of prayers for Mata Jwalaji
Priests were pleased to help strangers
People were sunk in silent prayers
My grandfather asked me to maintain discipline
He said God treats such devotees as his children
Show honesty and humility to help the old
Guide the lame and blind to become bold
Consider yourself the servant of the poor
And you would get their blessings is so sure
Ravesh Parihar, IV-C, Army Public School, Yol Cantonment, Kangra, HP