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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) Blissful time 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 |
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