CRANE TOWER

CRANE TOWER

The Yellow crane has long since

 gone away,

All that here remains is Yellow

 Crane Tower .

The Yellow crane once gone

does not return ,

White cloud drift slowly for

 thousand years .

But all remains

Crane Tower …..

Written By Sunil Meena

The Unborn Child

The Unborn Child

WHEN YOU ARE OLD AND LOST IN LIFE,

I WILL BE THERE FOR YOU TO LEAN ON ME AT ALL TIMES,

I WILL BE CARING AND STRONG AND MAKE YOU SMILE,

TOGETHER YOU AND ME WILL TRAVELS MILES AND MILES.

LET ME LIVE AND SAVE ME FROM THE WORLDLY PROTOCOLS,

I AM YOUR FAIRY.I AM YOUR BABY DOLL,

WHEN I GROW I WILL ALWAYS BE AT YOUR BACK AND CALL,

I PROMISED TO BE AS GOOD AS BROTHER ABOVE ALL.

I WON’T CRY EVEN WHEN I AM HUNGRY,

NEVER GIVES YOU CHANCE TO BE ANGRY,

LOVE ME WHEN I GROW UP BEAUTIFUL AND 

UGLY. BECAUSE WHATEVER IT IS I WILL BE YOUR BABY DOLL.

WHEN I GROW UP I WILL MAKE YOU PROUD AT SCHOOL,

I WILL HELP YOU AT HOME OR WORK WITH EVERY TOOL,

I WILL EXCEL IN EVERYTHING AS A RACE,

DON’T WORRY MOM LIFE WILL BE COLOURFUL WILL RED GREEN AND BLUE.

LET ME LIVE,LET ME SMILE,LET ME SHINE

I WILL GIVE YOU THE WORLD WITH ALL THE LOVELY RHYMES

JUST KEEP ME ALIVE 

KEEP ME ALIVE

TIME WILL TELL YOU MY MULTIDIMENSION STYLE.

I WANT TO LIVE IN THE WORLD AND SEE MY REAL SELF ALIVE 

DON’T LET ME DIE MOTHER

DON’T LET ME DIE

I WANT TO BE ALIVE

I WANT TO BE ALIVE

Written By Prince Kumar

Bloom

Bloom

Bloom  most lustrous creation of god is full of aroma…

Reverence it if you want at pinnacle..

Touch her with love, assure you…

Make your life aromatic.

But don’t attempt to molest…

Lest it will be flower of your coffin.

She has fire   

if you treat well make your life lightened but….

Remember don’t trifle with it must scorch you….

Written By Payal 1st Year

Those red sandals

Those red sandals

When I stepped into those red sandals

A current I could not handle

There was some movement, Oh! I was shivering

As my second skin someone tearing

My eyes frighten

No one to hold me tighten

That touch was crawling

My silence was howling

The pain left, my happiness theft

For him, I was mere a jest

Haunt my night

Doesn't let me take my flight

His inhuman quench

Put me in trench

Was he satisfied

The louder I cried

My soul in pain

A blast in my vien

Justice! A word once ere

It's presence didn't felt here

Proud king to a mercy father

I wish death to face rather

His heart pumped out

Hearing abysmal me about

No hope for life

My refused was hand in beehive

Poisonous fang I survived

But dear ones deprived

I was full of laughter

My wish's master

A moment came, an animal untamed

The life I loved, no longer remained

Clothes stained

I was blamed

I was made ashamed

A hand held mine

Beautiful it was a sign

He took my charge

My sorrow's watch

He hide me inside

Accepted with pride

Called beloved of his

Made me Mrs from Miss

Trust he gained

Put contempt in wend

Proud to be his

Who made me Mrs from Miss

Written By Parul Bhateja

HUMAN NATURE’S BEAUTY

HUMAN  NATURE’S BEAUTY

upon a nice mid-spring day, let’s take a look at nature’s way

Breathe the scent of nice fresh air, feel the breeze ueith him your hair

Rustling over the dense green

And driving off a day’s sheen,

Comes here the dark rain

The might flush all the plain

The pilot’s show of inpudenence

Causes massive turbulence,

On buds cute and choste

Pouring flakes of frost

knouring not the fated spot

On uring of brook they float,

Blooms and pollen, leaves and sprout

Blend in bubbles, swim and glout 

To nature, afall too is celebration,

To man, even a win is frustration. 

Written By Niranjan Singh

That cute boy!

That cute boy!

A boy happened to enter in my life 

at 6 or 7 charming, naughty, with always 

a smile on his face…

Gazed at everything full of curiosities.

I met him in school, when I was at XIIth & 

he was at Ist. Being the head girl,

I had the responsibilities of discipline.

One day I saw him & taught not to move here and there, with my outrage face. 

The boy started crying very genuinely.

His tears was very innocent & then I realized my mistake.

I went to him…

This was the feeling my heart never realized of scolding such a cute and innocent boy.

I said him sorry !!

I said him sorry again & again !!

He looked at me with quite surprise,

May be he thinks of my gentle smile to him. He also just smiled & we became friends.

His name was Vatsal.

He was just full of life.

We enjoyed great time together. He always calling my name about hundred times in a day with 

a soft suffix of “didi”.

I just love his voice, his mature, his cuteness, his face and everything.

This was happened three years ago…

I was still searching him when I went to my hometown. Imagining that 

How old he now?

How he looks?

Does he still remember me?

There were so many questions in my mind…

“I wish I will meet him once again in this life…”

An Unattended Sunday

An Unattended Sunday

Without reason ,holiday

creates hurdle in life

Morning made me nostalgic

the gone days I remembered

full of pain

Noon time

I tried to escape

the gossips lame

Evening  spilled

the realization

I am exhausted & failed

At night hit me

the real pain

I suffered in vain

The Voice of the pulsation

The Voice of the pulsation

Wonder of The Life, An Apple of

One’s Eye,

Nor White Nor Black, but The Star

Of My Eye.

Thou to My Dream, Come

To Get Away Become,

A Unlatch to Give, Fondle of Heartle

Of My Destiny to Give Virile 

I Thrust of Thee

Thou, Unspotted Water, To Drunke,

Only For One

Only One Your Memoriblly

Thou Ululant to Up Flowlly

On Symptoms of Love Only

One Moon as Star Only


Written By Bhairo Singh

To Let

To Let

How long have we searched here,

The four tired guys, talking to each other

In the middle of the city road.

They came upstairs to gain upstairs……

Looking for a transitory roof

In their primary step…

Wherever they go find a same Epitaph

Having on amusing tag “T0-Let for girls”..

boosted level of hate , anger & questions.

The owners stared to us , we blushed a lot

and treated us unwanted like a 500 & 1000 rupees note.

Their mind had  questions having no head & tail 

The  girlfriend , drinking habits and caste questions made us a fail….

It begets high – level discussion

what have guys done awry

before their opulent potrays?

They made us realize , time has changed

“some room for boys” along with 

“Save girls should be raised…..

It should be globally discussed

because it is as big a problem

As global financial crisis.

Written By Ashok Paliwal BA 3rd Year

Our Soldiers

Our Soldiers

We live with families in core,

They live with memories in shore,

We have many blisses

They have many messes,

Nature is also with us but not with them,

We celebrate every occasion but only due to them,

We live amid buds,

They live amid blades,

After born of a misery,

He changed in to history,

His mother is shocked,

And her throat is chocked,

His infant is also a soldier,

Who on every function fights,

With different types of lights,

Because he has lost his holder,  

See the child and can you guess the reason ,

Why does the child fight with life’s season,

Yes, we know that his father has gone,

When fighting for us and unknown,

O God ! Secure them,

Who live for us,

Who live for others,

Who live for patriotism.....

Written By Ajay jangir B.a. 3rd  year 

Learning sources

Learning sources

I fancy to gain many thing,

But how can I apprentice anything,

I deem we can cop heights,

From everything of our sights,

It rely upon you,

What you want to train you,

When you can have peachy things,

Then you can have nasty things,

A tree can teach many thing,

That do for others something,

An intoxicated can educate you,

That having it harms you,

Darkness is vital to appreciate the lights,

Lowness is also chief to appreciate the heights,

Birds represent freedom by fly,

Without any fear in the sky,

Firstly they have to dare,

To enjoy the laissez faire,

Don’t scare from can of worms,

Stand like mountains in storms,

Anyone may be your teacher,

But for it you must be a learner…….

Written By Ajay jangir B.A.3rd year

A Belief

A BELIEF

WHEN  EVERYTHING GO OUT OF REACH SEEING

 HUNDREDS DYING IN JUST A PEEP TEARS  ARE FINDING

 A WAY TO SLIP

   FOLD YOUR HANDS IN PRAYING FOR A BELIEF!!

WHEN ANSWERS BECOME QUESTIONS IN A CLICK,

         DISTANCE BECOMES FEAR IN A FLICK,

 EVERY MINUTE OF AN HOUR BECOME A THREAT,

VOW DOWN YOUR HEADS BEFORE GOD IN A  BELIEF!! 

             WHEN ALL SEE IS DANGER BEFORE OUR EYES,

                      WHEN THERE IS NO PLACE TO HIDE,

WHEN THREAT BECOMES OUR LIFE

THEN SURRENDER TO GOD UR LIFE!!

THEN SURRENDER TO GOD YOUR LIFE..

written By Shubham Shanu