Tree Tears

I was swinging on my new swing tied to hurby.

Swing moved from left to right.

But hurby never cried for the load on his branch.

He just smiled and said to me

I will give all the happiness to u in your life.

And always be with u to give u shade and fruits

But please never be rude

Although m a self-caring tree but never stop watering me

and caring for me

I will be there with u anytime u need.

I thus left hurby with a big hug,

when I saw a man with an axe in my yard, but forgot this in an hour

The next day what I saw was just a broken swing and no hurby there but a pile of fruits and twigs.

I cried and cried

Then recollected what all the matter was

Hurby has bid a goodbye to me with the pile of fruits that lay.

I missed him a lot but just then I thought why to cry instead of growing a new tree.

Thus a new hurby was born whom I loved as earlier one and now called him as barn.

Grow trees if one lost and make everyone happy-

-The tree, the earth as well as yourself.

School Life

When we think of that moment tears roll down our face

The moment when we won a prize at the age of just seven But the days are now gone, we have grown . We know it’s true that the days will never come back But at least the memories do not lack A photo of  our 4th grade school picnic A  social club badge when we helped others A day when we fell really  sick And troubled everyone but they never bothered. A friend who shared lunch with us A teacher who distributed thoughts A classroom which handled all our mischief A stick that left its mark on our hand These all helped us to be a plant from a seed To enjoy our childhood, only a few years now remain Whether we die, we will never forget our lovely school days.

Let My Dreams Come True

Let me perceive my world with proud,

Let me fly in the sky of peace.

Without anyone stopping me, let me flow in the soundless stream,

Don’t I have the right to see a battle less dream?

Let me sleep for a hundred of years,

At least I will have the best calm in the world.

Let me see a genuine world,

Where people truly are the children of God,

Let me see people shaking their hands with a dove beside.

Not even a rapier should come aside.

Let me see people hugging each other,

People enjoying life with glad tears.

Let me see people helping each other without caring for castes.

Let me see a dictionary without the word ‘crime’

Let me see all the weapons shattered

Let my dreams come to life.

A GOODWILL POEM

By Pratiksha Joshi.