-     Lipakshi Anil Dalvi  X-B

The Green Quilt

These trees entangled with each other,

They are so tall and strong.

Those mountains covered by a Green quilt

And the shade of Green spread all over.

When we approached the apex of the ghat,

The clouds came down only to meet me.

The huge Sun is shining brightly,

While settin’ between the valley.

The Sun rays dancing through the trees,

Though covered, they still find a way.

Like golden dust and silver stars falling from the skies!

Gave me ‘peace' and ‘anxiety' was taken away.

The mesmerising company of nature enchanted me,

I wonder how creative the Creator was,

That He beautifully designed nature without a single flaw!

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Where nobody knows my name.

I want to visit a place,

Where nobody knows my name

And in such a case,

There will be no competition for fame.

If I find such a colony,

Where nobody knows my name

I know I will be lonely

And have no buddy for playin' a game.

Findin' a place like this would be a wonder,

Where nobody knows my name.

I can do any error and blunder

Coz neither one can recognise me nor blame!

I wish to visit such a place,

Where nobody knows my name

So I can create any horrible mess

And wander everywhere without any shame

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A town without me

If there's a town

A town without me,

Will my friends be dancing

And singing without me?

If there's a town

A town without me,

Will someone do stupid blunders,

Just like me ?

If there's a town

A town without me,

Who will eat those cheesy pizzas

And weekly visit the food street?

If there’s a town

A town without me,

With whom will my buddy share secrets ,

Is there anyone who will listen just like me?

If there's a town

A town without me,

With whom will my mom talk

And shout at my every silly fault?

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BROKEN SPIRITS

So many voices in the heart have been clogged

Those little eyes for nights and nights have sobbed.

Numberless speeches, craving to be free

Those who are caged with a lock and key.

Those tired hands trapped under a burden,

Whose dreams and spirits are broken.

Faded was the innocence on their face-

Those immature turned mature, and

Bitterly missed their childhood days.

Their smashed spirits tryin' to rise again.

On the way to liberty

They should outdare and face pain.

They shall get freedom from this agony!