JUST FOR YOU

JUST FOR YOU
Those tall buildings behind her
Faded as I saw her
And my eyes could not ignore
The halo around her lovely face
Sparkling face
Blowing hair
And she as a whole
Stunned me for a while
Had it nor been my luck
I wouldn’t have met her
As a relative of my friend
A few days later.

Time was not a barrier
For me to make it out
That her wit was as well
As her beauty was.
In each and every word
She made me find
Something pleasant and warm
To treasure throughout my life
I couldn’t tell her or write to her
But every time when I see her
I feel nothing but………….
Love


Poem By: Joseph Ralic K. A,St.Teresa's College

INDIA'S DIVERSITY

 INDIA'S DIVERSITY
'A catalogue of Indian states specialty'


Uttar Pradesh for sugarcane,
Kerala for brain.
                  Punjab for fighting,
                  Bengal for writing.
Ghorkhas for duty,
Kashmir for beauty.
                  Rajasthan for history,
                  Maharashtra for victory.
Mysore for silk,
Haryana for milk.
                 Gujarat for peace,
                 Assam for tea-leaves.  
Himachal for apple,
Orrisa for temple.
                Madhya Pradesh for tribals,
                Bihar for minerals.  
States for unity,
India for integrity.

          That’s all India’s diversity.
   

Poem By: Rahul Pandey
St.Alberts College, Ernakulam 

My dreams

                  My dreams

My dreams are like the leaves of an autumn tree.
When shall the tree drop them, no one knows
A wind, no, even a small breeze,
Can bring them down


My dreams are like the petals, of a withered rose
When shall they fall off, no one knows!
A touch, a mere sigh of a wounded heart
Can make them fall off.

My dreams are like the water drops
Edging out over a leaf after a rain.
When shall they fall off, no one knows
Dipping out, like the tears from my eyes.

Yet like the tender leaves of early spring
Like the new buds which soon bloom
Like the next drop which never fails to appear,
They are always reborn
Or there’d be no life nor would I be here.

Hope, it’s that tread, the last stand for all!
The night sky promises the day its sun.
The winter promises the flowers its spring.
The drought promises earth its rain.

It’s this hope, this trust
Which keeps life going,
During all those times
Of sorrows grief and pain.

When there is a hill, there ought to be a valley.
When there is a fall, there ought to be a rise.
Yes, dreams may not always come true.
But life without them will never be true!

Poem by: K. Mary Elizabeth, St.Teresa's College

Photo by: Rohit,