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THE BURNING MATCHSTICK

THE BURNING MATCHSTICK

Different shapes come alive
with the help of one matchstick
a small spark turns into light
here starts my short lived life
  
I lit a dark room
with a small flame
thus enlightened the gloom
in my very first stage
 
All alone I was in the darkness
giving brightness to others
thus overcoming their gloom

leaving aside my desires
 
Oh! I create a wonderful scene
a small  yellow flame in a black crease
but no one realises ever
the most darkened days I’ve gone through along with sacrifice and struggle
 
 
Oh!I keep on burning and burning
working hard to survive
fighting it out

to breath a new life  

But I never lose hope
I am enlightened again

to start my journey once again

and that is what is my personal gain!!!!
 
Palak Arora; Grade 9; St.Mark’s Sr.Sec.Public School; Meera Bagh

KNOW PEACE IN WAR

 When there is war around,
 it brings such a terrible sound.
 Corpses are left to count,
 death and destruction are bound.
 Mothers telling their children, 'don't go out',
 Children reply, 'why do we hear those shouts'.

 They are fighting for us dear.
 Then why do we get to hear
 the death of those who were so near
 Oh! my love, they were never ours,
 their country and religion were not at par.
 They were here to acquire
 and so did they admire.

 Oh! ma I'm confused
 and them you accuse,
 NOW! Is that of any use.
 Remember the time together we mused
 AND here came the news
 FATHER'S DEAD!
 HE WAS THE BRAVEST WHO LED,
 A GOOD ONE INDEED..
 I'M SORRY SORRY FOR YOU ALL
 AND HE WENT AT SOMEONE'S CALL.

 Shruti Malhotra
 Grade 11

The Lines

The lines on the globe

Keep us apart

But there is a bud of love

In both of our hearts.

Together we will erase

The lines of divisions

Together we will bring

A new beautiful season.

Let’s come close

And open new doors.

Let’s make a new way

And create a new road.

Let’s promise each other

To stand together

Let’s hope our friendship

Lasts forever.

Aparajita Pandey

SAVE ME, MA!

You hear me Ma?

I am a part of you.

God is preparing me

As a gift for you.

He is preparing me

To be a good child

So when I come out

I may paint your dull life.

I can hear my father’s voice

“I don’t want this girl.

If you give her birth

I’ll dig her in the earth.”

I know you are in a fix.

You want to give your son, a ‘sis’.

But your family wants me not

Or you’ll have to break all knots.

I don’t order you but I plead.

Don’t kill me before I even breathe

I want to see the moon and the stars

I want to blossom into a beautiful flower.

This poem is a humble request made by a girl that is yet to come. And it is my humble attempt to sensitize people and make them aware that female foeticide and infanticide are social evils that need to be eradicated.

Aparajita pandey

Terror

It was a dark moonless night
When a light shone bright.
Following it came a sound
Under which the noise of the street drowned.

I looked outside my bedroom window
And witnessed a dreadful sight.
Having seen that painful scene
I wished I had no eyes.

My heart got stuck in my throat
Neither could I cry nor could I roar.
The street I knew vanished in thin air
In front of me, lay corpses in layers.

I couldn?t recognize the people I knew
But my dear ones lay there of you.
I think you achieved your goal
For terror had settled in our mind and soul.

I?m sure you didn?t learn this in your mom?s womb
You were the same as any other child born.
Then why did you take the responsibility of sending people to heaven,
When it?s God who has to decide who to take and when.

Do you think you?ll be blessed for this?
You?ll be cursed so that you have no bliss.
You are digging your own grave
And one day you?ll crave
For the joy, love and peace
That you yourself took away.

Aparajita Pandey

MUMBAI
For me Mumbai city is a complete stranger
but last week it was in big danger.

MUMBAI is a part of India
Also the financial capital of India.

It suffered from a big manmade disaster
Done by just ten gangsters

What they did was bad
Surely these terrorists are mad.

Their act has not only shaken  India
but has also awakened entire India.

These terrorists are heartless
Their life is totally worthless.

Because of them many people are dying
And their loved ones are just left crying

Many are still in tears,
With their mind full of fear

Devilish is their act
And that is what the fact
.
Terrorism is at its height
Oh God,give these terrorists a good sight

So that they can do something right
and make people's life bright

According to me, these terrorists have no brains
They cause people a lot of pain
By this what do they actually gain????????

In the end I just have one thing to say
these terrorists come back on right track,I pray

By Priyanka Ahuja

Child
One cold winter day
I saw a child lay
Along side a road
On a footpath alone
His dark brown eyes
Seemed to tell his tale
I am hungry. Give me a loaf
Either fresh or stale
I guess he was not blessed
With the power of speech
For he said nothing
To the passers-by in the street
His body shivered in the cold
Yet his eyes were bold
I went near him
With a face so grim
He looked straight into my eyes
As if to hypnotize
He seemed to be talking to me through his eyes
And I seemed to be listening through mine
He sat on a dirty pavement
Where mosquitoes and flies hovered permanent
He wore a piece; torn and greased
Looked frail and was asking for aid
I gave him some loaves
Which I was taking home
He gave me a smile
And took it from my hand
I watched him eat
And felt warm at heart
Just in an instant flashed a thought
�If each one of us helped one another,
Then no child would cry due to hunger.�

Aparajita Pandey    X D

PIECE OF PEACE 

The radioactive rays,

The poisonous phase,

The deathly days,

The burnt hay,

Where a toddler lay,

As a victim, a prey,

Fighting for life,

The innocent cried,

Howling in pain,

Which made him insane!

 
He crawled to his mother,

And saw her rotten body,

He looked at his father,

That he had lost everybody!

 
His friend with whom he used to play,

Opened his mouth,

As if he had something to say?

But the deafening silence,

Indicated death,

Death, the ultimate bet!

 
So love one,

Love all,

Share your love even with the wall!

By Sreejoni Nag, Grade 11, St.Mark's School

Marta Russo 

Marta Russo was an Italian student. She studied Law at University of Rome in 1997. She was killed by chance, shot dead in the yard of the University. Her parents founded “Marta Russo Association” for the donation of organs, because she had decided to donate her organs when she was only 15. Now six people live thanks to her eyes, heart, kidneys and lever. In our school we participated to a poetry and art competition that is held every year in Italy in her name. Here are some of our works and the U.R.L. of the association 
http://www.martarusso.org

Una ricchezza nascosta 

in noi: l’altruismo      

In alcune persone

c’è una ricchezza

che gli fa brillare l’anima,

la fa brillare come un forziere,

un forziere pieno d’oro.

Questo brillare stupendo

È dato da una piccola cosa che,

se la avessero tutti,

non ci sarebbero né guerre

né problemi nel mondo.

Questa piccola cosa è

L’altruismo.

Con questa stupenda

Ricchezza capace di rendere umili,

si possono salvare vite e

fare del bene.

Purtroppo non tutti lo san tirar fuori

Perché accecati,

accecati dalla vita di oggi

dove tutti corrono come

robot senza volontà propria

come macchine senza cuore,

ma se aprissero gli occhi

e guardassero oltre l’orizzonte

si accorgerebbero in che mondo viviamo.

Cioè in un mondo dove

A pochi chilometri da noi

La gente scappa da casa

Per andare a trovare la ricchezza

In altri paesi,

ma dove trovano solo

emarginazione e pregiudizi.

L’altruismo è indispensabile

Ma non riusciamo a capirlo tutti purtroppo

E così ci sterminiamo a vicenda

Per petrolio

O semplicemente per il colore della pelle

È un mondo dove esistono quasi solo pregiudizi inutili

e nocivi

per l’umanità

Manuel

Donare è…

L’amico è una persona sincera

Che ti aiuta nei momenti più freddi della tua vita

Ad una persona puoi donare

E non farla star male

Anche perché nell’amore c’è vita

E vivi perché la vita è un dono

Che non dimenticherà mai nessuno.

Lorena

A Marta

Marta è una ventiduenne studentessa alla Sapienza.

E’ ora di pranzo.

Marta cade accanto all’amica.

Ambulanza.

Ospedale.

Niente.

E’ morta.

Perché?

Che ha fatto per ottenere questo?

Niente.

Fa piangere morire per qualcosa

ma morire senza un motivo fa piangere ancora di più.

La mamma e il papà sono disperati.

Mai più vedranno il sorriso della loro figlia.

Mai più la vedranno ridere, piangere, gioire, scherzare, sognare.

Marta è morta.

Ma Marta si chiedeva: “Come potrò essere utile agli altri?”

Già da giovane sosteneva la donazione degli organi.

E mamma e papà rispettano la volontà di Marta donando i suoi organi.

Se non potrà più essere con loro almeno sarà con qualcun altro.

Oggi gli occhi di Marta vedono ancora.

Il suo cuore batte di nuovo.

Marta è ancora in piedi.

Marta vive.

Carlo

Poetry by Anastasia Koryakina

8th grade, School #825, Moscow, 2004.

Translated  from the Russian language by Dr. Jeffrey R. Ryan, History Teacher, Reading Memorial High School, Reading, MA.

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 Love and Romantic Poems

                   15 Words About Peace

                                                      by: Peixuan in USA

Priceless

Essential

Abundant

Comradeship

Everywhere

Pleasant

Elegant

Appeasing

Consequential

Extraordinary

Precious

Excellent

Amusing

Contentedness

Exceptional

Peace

Peace is love.

Peace is happiness.

Peace is a beautiful thing.

Peace is singing.

Peace is drawing.

Peace is smiling.

Peace is dreams.

Can you see?

Angeliki

Year 6 (Class 2)

PEACE

 Peace is love

 Peace is smiles.

 Peace is blue skies.

 Peace is dancing.

 Peace is singing.

 Peace is laughing and     smiling.

 Peace is quiet

 Peace is dreams

 Peace is what I want for   me.

Theophilos

Peace

Peace is happiness

Peace is love

Peace is brilliant!

Peace is smiling

Peace is playing

Peace is fantastic

Sozos

Year 6 (Class 2)

                       Snowflakes

                       By Katherine

              Snowflakes fall from the sky above.

                       They fill our hearts with loads of love.

                       Snowflakes sparkle as they flutter down.

              They make everything white in the town.

                       Snowflakes can take our breath away.

                       The price of them we can not pay.

                       Snowflakes make us feel cold inside,

                       but that doesn’t bother us, we don’t hide.

                      Snowflakes make winter, winter.

                      The best season of the year we will now enter.

If I Had A Billion Dollar Bills

By Maria USA

If I had a billion dollar bills,

And could spend them as I please.

If I could cure the world with just one pill,

 Vanish every disease.

 Never felt a touch of love inside my life,

Never held another by my side.

If I had everything,

 And the whole world is mine.

 But I didn’t have everything,

I didn’t have love.

 Then it wouldn’t mean anything.

 If it was up to me, this was my end and I am free.

But I didn’t have love.

 What would I be?

If I spoke a hundred languages,

And had four or five degrees.

 If I could teach the children all they need to know.

 Make the nations all agree.

But when I dreamed I dreamed alone,

Because know one cared.

Never had a friend or lover then,

 If I had everything.

And the whole world is mine.

 But I didn’t have love.

 Then it didn’t mean anything.

Dr. King  

(Dr. Martin Luther King: civil rights leader)

As all the crowd got silent

Wide eyes stared in awe

Dr. King made his speech

And everybody saw

That this speech would make a difference

In the world someday

And everybody in the world

Would be the same

In every single way

As he finished up his speech

The crowd cheered and screamed

And everybody hoped

That someday

They would make a difference

Just like Dr. King 
 
By Meredith S.   USA

When You Say Good-Bye       to What You Love
-A poem about Jackie moving away from New Hartford, her friends, and
Oxford Road Elementary-
By Jackie
Dedicated to Emma Gr.  (the special one)

The hardest thing is to say good-bye,
It's the hardest thing not to cry,
It's easy to say I'll see you again,
You know you will, you know you can,
You feel you're being disconnected from what you know,
You say "I'll come to watch  you in that show,"
They've been there for you all along,
They've helped you become strong,
And her, that special one,
The one who shared with you buckets of fun,
You want to grow up with them and find colleges together too,
But that isn't going to happen...at least it won't with you,
You've known you're best one since you were 2,
And the others a bit after that, but you still stick together like glue,
"Things won't change." you try to say,
But you know they will in a way,
You miss it all and you want to go back,
Your friends, your town you do so lack,
It's what you love and you know it,
Think of it like this, like a candle being lit,
You extinguished it when  you moved,
But you can rekindle its light when you go back to see what you love,
But not every candle's light is the same,
Every time you light it, it has a different flame,
Every time that you go back,
Expect some changes,
For every place that you leave will go on without you, but you will see,
that nothing never stays the same...
So get caught up!

get back in the game,
for you know it's the hardest thing to say good-bye,
But you can forget about that for a while...if you try

Dreaming
by Julia S. - USA

I have always dreamed of soaring
above the mountain peaks,
I have always dreamed of painting
a picture full of colors,
I have always dreamed of hunting
a forest full of foxes,
I have always dreamed of fairies
floating in the air,
I have always dreamed of monkeys
leaping from
tree to tree,
I have always dreamed of dancers
dancing on the stage,
I have always dreamed of singing 
the words to beautiful songs,
I have always dreamed of writing
a poem about my dreams.