POET'S CREATIVE CORNER
ECLECTIC EARTH
This is a world, so magical and ethereal
Do these adjectives ring a bell?
You are correct, this is our Mother Earth!
A planet with the highest worth
Some lands, as empty as deserts,
While others, filled with unique pleasures
Lush green forests, both tall and small
Something that ignites peace in all
Thundering skies and showering rain
Sunlit fields of corn, scattered with grain
Chilly breeze of snow-capped mountains
Drifting leaves on these wide terrains
Ferocious roars of tigers roaming the evergreen forests
The whispers of rivers that are so honest
Leaves crunching in the cloudy haze of fall
The most powerful sound is nature’s call
Veda Mathur, 8G, AISG-46
In Amity’s global times, Memory units
A set-up stage,
A scintillating initiative very bright,
Curiosity danced on the air, in the evening light.
The Amity family so vast, people showed up in a force,
that would forever last in their heart.
A celebration of words,
in writing’s name, enhancing Amity’s fame.
The niche of the show, to revere,
principals gathered to steer us clear.
And our honourable chairperson ma’am,
Mrs. Amita Chauhan, held dear, Making stand,
for Amity’s plan so grand,
soulfully igniting children across the land.
Ms. Jyoti Mishra describing her journey quite bold,
From shy school peer to a well known
news reporter with a gold.
Her story enlightened a testament to preserve very strong.
Her words resonated deep and long.
The final curtain call, the jury member’s decision was very wise. Amity Noida had raised the prize.
But no stone was left unturned, hence every school
was recognised turn by turn.
A family of joy where hearts took flight.
In Amity’s global times, memory unites.
Shreshtha Karan, VIII-G, AIS 46 Gurugram.
MY MIDNIGHT SUMMER DREAM
In a midnight summer dream, I wander through,
An amethyst sky where the stars renew.
A starry night with whispers low,
Guides my path in a jaded glow.
Fortune's hand, unseen but near.
Shapes my fate with silent cheer.
A navigator in the cosmic stream,
Steering through my midnight summer dream.
The trees, with leaves like emeralds bright,
Sway and dance in the mystic light.
Their shadows play upon the ground,
A silent symphony all around.
Oceans deep and rivers wide,
Reflect the heavens, side by side.
Ripples whisper secrets old,
Of tales untold and dreams of gold.
Through fields of stardust, I make my way,
As night gives birth to the break of day.
The morning dew, a jewelled thread,
Weaves a tapestry where dreams are spread:
a midnight summer dream's embrace, A timeless journey through time and space.
AN ODE TO NATURE
Let's weave a tale of hope and light
Protect the environment with visions bright
They call us to land in the sea
Saying oh come, a desperate plea
Fields full of lush green love
Let's sow our love and care
With hands united, hearts sincere
we can nurture life year after year
With love and reverence, let's embrace to defend
Our precious planet until the end
A promise to make to the trees
to cherish everything from flowers blooming to soaring wings
So, let's stand strong and true
And give back the environment the love it gave us
POETRY ON POETRY
Poetry is perplexing
Intersecting different parallels
Thousands of different illusions
Visions showcasing minds
And poets making things come alive
Poetry is weird
It is perfectly unintelligible
Resonates with a soul
Reads peoples minds
Strings of happiness, memories, and crying
Poetry is unconventional imagery
Artistic beauty from within the lines
Like a box of mixed chocolates, you never know what you might find
Intermittent frustration and profound appreciation
Forms a bond, connection with time
Poetry is open-ended, to interpret your own
It is like cracking a code, once one perceives
Reading is an experience, gained in the library of the mind
It makes us laugh, cry, scratch our heads and curl up in a ball and cry
Unlocking meaning is an accomplishment derived
A CHOICE
Wondering about the future before me,
Sitting in a river canoe,
An odd place to worry,
But what can I do life is in a hurry.
A doctor, engineer or an MBA,
Fixed options what can I say,
I want to be unique,
soar high in the sky Destined for greatness destined to fly,
But alas my wings are cut down,
And here I am lying on the ground
The bounds of society crushing me within,
What a strange world we are living in,
Here I am, provided with a choice
Conflicted bound without my own voice,
A doctor, engineer or an MBA,
Limited options what can I say
PRISHA RAWAT
I CAN'T COME UP WITH TITLES
Words no longer quench
the thirsty throat.
Beautiful flow
has lost its valor.
Dreams aren't vivid patterns,
they're visions.
Underneath the masquerade
of the mask, lies
the twitching body.
Arms aching for action,
These legs lunge at last!
The 'unfulfilled' leaps,
down into the ditch!
Cracking the cranium!
And leaking the liquids.
ARNAV YADAV (CLASS XII J)
SAFETY
Safety is in trees,
Safety is in people we trust,
Safety is like a breeze,
Blowing away the rust,
People can keep you safe,
Things can keep you safe,
Just trust those are close,
And they will trust you back
YUKTI VERMA (CLASS I A)
DREAMS
What a sweet place it is
The time spent, stuck in dreams.
Escaping the reality
For once forgetting how it seems.
These moments right before the sunrise
Where fragments of tranquillity remain,
are the merry pieces of fantasy.
I'd die to encounter again.
For I've witnessed, there exist realms.
Confined in these mere seconds.
Here life is a blend of reality and illusion.
About which no one often reckons.
I wonder how it feels,
If one could stay, there forever.
Not a worry or a strain,
Just a multitude of thoughts put together.
But it breaks a heart to realize,
It lasts no longer than a one-hit wonder.
Then with a weary eye rub, I’m drawn.
back into reality, instantly as if a thunder.
LAVANYA GAKHAR (CLASS XII G)
HARMLESSNESS
To us,
The stars are not so alone
They have the glimmer of the other orbs
Surrounded by hundreds of alikes.
To us,
The trees might be whispering to each other
They rustle their evergreen leaves
Sharing the gossip of the forest forever.
To us,
The dead are really not dead
They love and suffer in some different realms
Sinking into hell or flying into heaven.
Tethered beliefs
To cope with the notions, we create.
There seems, to me, to be no rent
To the fake thoughts we fabricate.
ARNAV YADAV (CLASS XII J)
CHANGES
The chains this time feel unfamiliar,
With air of this foreign land,
We seem to be having a good time.
But hope deep down someone understands.
While life's changing its speed
I'm always caught in between;
the excitement of mystery
And wanting to be seen.
We're in a chaos that no one knows.
A war, a fight with ourselves and our souls.
With our hearts in a deep shamble,
Figuring out our planned goals.
Yet we go out there with a beautiful facade.
Pushing ourselves to take a stand, but.
the chains this time feel unfamiliar.
with air of this foreign land.
LAVANYA GAKHAR (CLASS XII G)
RAIN
“Me and daddy made a plan
To build a castle in the sand
We put our shoes and ran to car
But it started raining so hard
The rain outside began to pour,
Water filled up more and more.
With nowhere to go, and no place to roam,
We started playing games at home.
Light may go but together we row”
NAITIK JAIN (CLASS I G)