A BORING POEM

A BORING POEM

A poem I set to write
On a paper which was white
I filled my pen with ink
And sat down to think
I looked through the window
At the seven colored rainbow
At the mountain I gave a look,
Searching every corner, every nook,
I looked at the tree,
Which was swaying in a breeze
I looked for inspiration
With growing irritation
I tried my luck again
But all in vain
It is not a lucky day
To myself I did say
Suddenly, it sounded as my brain worked
Somewhere a poem lurked
After this time of irritation,
This is my PRESENTATION……..!!!!!!!

Poem By: Rahul Pandey, St.Albert's College

Photo By: Shafiq,St.Albert's College

A Little Dew Drop

A Little Dew Drop

I could see,
From the backyard of my house,
Green, green and green everywhere…
Here comes a dew drop,
Spreading the wings of beauty…
And there it lies, caressed by the wind.
Wow! It now plays with the little sun,
Tilting, melting and then vanishing.
They are playing hide ‘n’ seek
But the naughty little dew,
Always the Winner !
Eh, I Won ! I Won !
It always shout and,
Glistens with sheer brightness,
Like an emeralds so rare !!

Why did I do it?

Why did I do it?

Why does my heart ache?
Why so much pain do I take?
To nurture something so fake….
Aye, to nurture something so fake.
Blinded was I, by the money in the purse,
Fogged was I, by the gallantry terse.
All that was but an act of commerce
And alone was I, amid the concourse.
Finally I gathered strength to through away,
That flower which never was mine any day.
For so it pricked my hand all day,
That I bled tears all along the way

Poem by: Annu Mathew,St.Teresa's College

Photo by: Shafiq, St.Albert's College