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Saturday, June 30, 2007 |
Silence is a dead living thing He tells me about Heaven and the places he had been to The forests he had visited The water he had seen The flying things in the clouds He told me if I wanted to go on a vacation I should go to the sun, He said he saw every creature on the ground He told me to wait for him. So he can tell me about more such journeys. Sonal Gupta, IX, Mother India It’s my motherland Wherein lies for me love Wherein my future is written Who is my mother She’s the mother of all Indians She loves each one of them She gives us love She gives us care For us Every pain she bears But we disregard the values learnt from her We merely laugh when we hear them And turn our backs towards her She gives us a lot But we don’t give a thing back We move away from her Never to come back But every time her child is in pain She helps out everyone Whatever we do She helps us in times of need Friends, she is your very own mother Love your poor brethren and do a good deed. Jasmine Sekhon, VI |
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