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Icy looks like the world, Frozen, And more or less blazoned. Watching the splashing snow, that comes off the skis, As they glide from the high mountains, I feel, As tsunami of white powder has touched the trees. As man puts force on the snow,  They shatter all around. Isn't it strange? I trow. High off the mountains, The sun shines, whose smile is most divine. The snowfall puts me on pause, Evokes me,  To discover wonders on a journey, For nature to act as an attorney. I want to capture the moment when mountains meet the sky, Maybe they unlock the mysteries of universe, Yes, they can, as, For them no laws apply. The golden eagle, The Eurasian dotteral, Fly in the highest boughs, Even if the trees don't allow. Above the snow line, Almost flora dies, But mosses and lichens stay alive. Here comes the spolier, Humanity seems to resemble that white powder, At rest, Without any movement, Exists but not in the right way. Icy looks like the world, Frozen, And more or less blazoned x x

If someone raises a question to you, "what are your plans?" Manyof you may come up with a lot of plans. A big thumbs up to them. But many of you may not come up with any. Because you don't have any. Well again a big thumbs up to them, because it's okay not to have a plan .  You know what everything in our life doesn't works according to a plan. A lot of us are forced to make very important decisions very early in life even when we are not sure about what we want to do. Again it's ohkay. Even I am not having a plan and I am also not sure about what I want to do. The answer lies in experimenting and doing so fearlessly.  Nothing is going to be easy in life after all the term life is itself unique and complicated too. For example stranded on your way, you are waiting for some rickshaw puller who will drop you to your home but what if six of the rickshaw pullers say NO in a row. Will you give up going to your home.  O you won't you will search for a more oppo

The pollution of the planet is only an outward reflection of an inward psychic pollution. Millions of unconscious individuals, not taking responsibility for their inner space. When we have caused air pollution, then why ask the govt for solution?  We  the present generation have the responsibility to act as a trustee of rich natural wealth for the upcoming generations. The issue is not merely about climate change, it's about climate justice.  The question in front of us right now, is that whether if the govt completely responsible or we citizens have an equal role in contributing to the larger cause? What can the elected govt do alone, when we citizens don't put even the slightest of our efforts? What if the govt makes rules, but we don't follow them. And thinking about strong implementation in our country, is just a magical fantasy. Let me ask you, why has the national ganga river act been successful? Just because of the govt? No, because of equal support and dedication by

"War is man’s greatest foe and the biggest social evil. It leaves a negative mental and physical impact on the victims and makes recuperation difficult. It disturbs the balance and peace of a nation. We must cease it to create an amicable world and live a calm and mindful life." Here is a poem which reflects our thoughts on War- A great threat to life and property. Cries of a War Victim She gave birth to a child, When her husband was lost in the wild. She couldn’t bear the pain, As she was lying in the rain. The road was all red, With the slain soldiers  bloodshed, for help she begged. Everyone was running to save their lives, Mother, father, sister, Children and wives. Terrorists came to her, and asked to  hand over her child, didn’t they have emotions? that they became too wild. Her eyes were filled with tears, she was disturbed by  the fears. Saving her child, she gave her life. The child slowly grew, Everyone’s

Our life is a mirror, reflection of our deeds. As you sow, so shall you reap. So be positive, love life and live to the fullest! Hope you love reading this short composition of ours.   THE MYSTERIOUS OBJECT Behind something when I saw a different world, My head just swirled. On the mysterious object I kept on peeping, Thought that from my mumma some knowledge, I shall be seeking. I don’t know why? But I was feeling shy. I kept on thinking on it all day long, But every answer my mind told me, Was literally wrong. I finally forsake to ask my mum, Pretended to be confident, Was a bit shy, only some. Mum, what’s that thing? Inside it’s a child, who acts like he, does he think Himself a king. The mysterious object is a mirror. Life is reflection of our deeds ,we must know What are our wants, and what are needs. Dear you are a child, Just a small seed, The plants still has to grow. Your childhood determines the future, Ranging fr

HELLO GUYS! TODAY WE ARE GOING TO SHARE A POEM WITH YOU ALL. NOT A RECENTLY WRITTEN BUT WRITTEN WITH DEDICATION, AND IT WAS WRITTEN WHEN WE JUST ENTERED INTO THIS FIELD. HOPE YOU WILL LIKE THIS POEM. WE WILL BE WAITING FOR YOUR COMMENTS. THE GREAT CONFUSION The king was stuck in a state of confusion, Between his kingdom and son, One was to be chosen. He considered his public not less than his Child; He cared for all, from humans to the wild. He loved his son beyond everything. Any one he has to choose; Second one, he was sure to loose. “When I was given the throne, I took the oath to serve my kingdom lifelong, But if I compromise my son, It would be totally wrong.” At the last, he chose his boy, Without his kingdom, He lost his joy; But was happy that his family was safe and sound with him. He went to the town and begged for the work, He had to earn; To fill the stomach of his family; By giving his kingdom, A lesson he had learnt.