The call
‘Stay Home Stay Safe’ with no other choice,
Listen to nothing but the only voice;
To stop the virus, it’s in our hand,
Common folks, let’s take our chance.
A better future for tomorrow,
Healing the world without pain and sorrow;
Let us march together towards
new horizon,
Across this darkness, we’ll all sail
beyond.
Let’s wake up, hear the call,
All we need is to stand ‘tall;
Fighting this pandemic, let us march,
Hand in hand, let’s take our charge.
Following safety measures as we must,
Avoid overcrowding and do not rush;
Social distancing to be maintained,
Such is a protocol, don’t refrain.
We’ll come out strong with a message calling out,
‘All for one’, let the whole world shout;
Sitting at home, let us all pray aloud,
God Bless our state ‘the abode of cloud’.
Clifford Jones K Warjri
Cleanliness is next to godliness
It was a bright and sunny day
That was so pleasant and gay;
The province of Wuhan was as it was,
But all of a sudden a person sneezed with all his might
He didn’t know that it could send the whole world into a state of fright;
Within one night many citizens started feeling ill
Which made the nation of China realise that it is not a time to chill.
When the doctors found out the disease he was infected with
Was none other than CORONAVIRUS: COVID19, you may say,
Hundreds died on the same day,
And God forbid, the unfortunate trend may continue day by day;
The reason behind all of this is one,
It’s because of us misusing the most beautiful gift of God:
The environment,
For the selfish reason of getting our work done;
Now, the only solution to this problem is one,
To maintain cleanliness to save our near and dear one;
And get the blessings of the only one above us
To get rid of the deadliest of all viruses: the CORONA virus.
Trinayan Dutta, Class VIII
O my mother…
You sacrificed your whole life for me,
And faced many difficulties for me.
My happiness became your happiness.
And my sorrow became your sorrow.
For me, you faced insult many times.
You were the idol of affection and motherhood.
Whenever I remember you,
I often cry remembering you.
I also get depressed often.
Whenever I close my eyes,
I always find you in front of me.
Whenever you scolded me,
It was filled with so much love.
In childhood, I heard a lot of lullabies.
Even now, I listen to all that to fall asleep.
Through your values and teachings,
I won every battle in every aspect
of life.
Whenever I sit in seclusion,
I always remember you.
I am unable to believe that,
You are gone away from me.
Why did God snatch you from me?
Why did God make me loveless?
I’m sobbing constantly.
Miss you my sweet mother…
Love you… Love you…
Prithvi Singh Beniwal Bishnoi
Let’s talk about pain
Let’s make a laundry list of the pain not acknowledged, healing denied,
moonless-dark bullying,
hiccuped, stammering hearts,
hollow burgundy wounds,
breathless, choking stitches.
Let’s put them in a basket, one by one.
Wash them with nursing waves
of ocean storms
Spotless clean and ironed.
Let’s talk about pain
Like how pain is the flippant coin that turns rustic deep with every bargain.
Pain is the lighthouse warning against the silent growling of starving
icebergs.
Pain is the friend that squeezes your hand, air-tight, because the anaesthesia faded away too soon.
Let’s rub off the hurt from the skin
Of our crippled memories.
Let’s listen to the stars
Let them tell us if it’s heaven or hell
To live with a constant burning ache
And we name it stardust and magic.
When it feels like a cold pyre’s shadow of dead wishes.
But look at how the stars breathe out dragonfire and lets it all go.
Look at how they turn into black holes, lightyears of nothingness, healed and free.
Let’s talk about pain.
Uncombed memories, souvenir of
untamed miseries, tucked away in the dusty cabinets
Like how you only hear the sound of waves inside the subconscious of conch shells.
And look at how it lets go through a forbidden roar
Puffed away with pursed lips.
Let a sky full of sadness ferment on the clouds and let the clouds hatch into rains.
Let us give them some space to cry.
While the planet breaks out in
prescription of stone-edged pills
Before the earth haemorrhages into kohled blackness.
Let’s light up the fireplace of silence,
Mimic the river songs
Crayon the islands in the skies
Let’s make couplets out of our souls
Let’s make paperboats out of our pain
and let it go.
Let it sail away
Far away.
Brinda Das
Artiste
The interest he deals
In the hearts of people
Disrespects the sun’s jealous sky
In the avenue of bold avataars
He’s the edifice of drudgery
He concocts the scion of his character
Honesty is his chattel,
Personates the patrium of global
village
Never ever dispense meagre flair
A vilicus in the latifundium of success.
Millions envy his Homeric style
Nonconformist, yet commander
of race
An artiste who bequeath idiosyncratic gist
He’s one in a million, invisible
Aficionado follows his footsteps.
Shinplaster is his sole desideratum
of bread
He’s the epitome of ascendancy
Never deploys artistry for sale
Social cognizance is his raison d’être
Ne’er give him money, he is worthy of respect.
Niranjan Bhuyan
Trapper
Can a thrown stone stop
countless waves
in oceans
oft reflected clearly
in one’s words well chosen?
Rhythmic beauties
of clouds
sailing across calm rivulets
stitching diverged undercurrents
can be a slap on your naughty face.
Tricks you plot
to curtail oceans’ nature
misleads blind followers
who need no art of devotion
but conscience and caution.
What is not seen is mystic,
trapped anybody may be
as now I feel,
your eyes still brush my face
to paint it with smiles
trying to lock and unlock in it
my hidden sighs
what oceanic waves fail to grasp.
Bipul Chandra Kalita