The lost opportunity

     As I look through my window

I see the children playing merrily round the willows,

oblivious of the worldly blows.

Alas! there are some who reflect a  situation of  juxtapose .

Those unfortunate lads are cursed,

They toil for hours,

And are devoid of the blissful showers,

Being ruled by the words of the nerds

who deprive them from being free birds.

To them childhood is a lost opportunity,

a  farfetched reality across the rivers peninsulas,

for their life draws upon the cinemas

 of a two letter pardox-:child-labour,

Oh my friend! These two words are akin to a  sabre,

ripping their souls   for their future  goals.

Life is a mere compromise for them,

Whence they are trapped in a vicious circle of an unlucky gem

Poverty is the only factor

And its time to close this chapter.

Their right to a better life is still  due

And those in power need to add it to the queue of the things to get through.

Though there are laws for the same

Yet many amongst us flout the game

And there after their childhood refuses to sprout again.

Perhaps! Their only fault was they were not born with a silver spoon in mouth and thus were foredoomed to feed their masters’ mouths...

Saloni gupta

My best holidays were my childhood days..

Childhood is like a song,

A song that is cherished for long,

It keeps on echoing in our life, long after it’s gone.

It’s the time when there are no fears,

And life is devoid of hardships and tears

Life is full of wonders then,

And each one is a lion in his own den.

It’s the time when there are no worries,

And life is like sweet red cherries.

In those days life is a panorama,

And each moment is full of melodrama.

In those days fights are not serious,

And everything seems so mysterious.

Childhood is like a rainbow,

The excitement of which cannot vanish in one go.

Alas! Those were the days

The essence of which I cannot feel today.

                                          

                                          

There’s always a next time!

A new chapter begins

As always I sailed into a yet another New Year,

Perhaps! How to follow my new resolutions is my only fear.

My new Levis jeans are tight,

I plan to fight the fat with all my might,

But how to control is the question of the time,

Then I realize ought to draw a line.

The time spent on social media exceeds the time spent on Wikipedia,

Henceforth i resolve to befriend encyclopedia.

Studying a day before exams,

Was what i did hitherto?

But the trend is seldom looked up to.

Its time to make amends and let it go.

The mess in my room

My mother eyes get rheum

And i swear to broom.

Indolence being the main enemy,

Makes me do everything callously,

Again i vow to keep checks and balances probably.

 The habit of folding hands at last minute of exam,

Forgetting to thank and,

Without giving it a damn,

Is promised to be scrammed.

To thine own self,

These were the resolutions of the years that passed

And are yet to be espoused,

For life is a rhyme

which chimes with my regime,

And! There’s always a next time.

My odyssey with faith

Faith acts as a stabilizer

When your fear takes shape of lazer

Ripping apart the soul

Which once rested in peace.

It is like a cool drink

Which when drunk settles all your anxieties

And lightens the way to a brink.

It invites a blissful state within

A state, the glimpse of which

Can be traced in eternally delightful kittens.

It reinforces your bond with life

And you are all set to go miles full of knives.

It eclipses fears in one’s soul

and plants the seeds of self belief,

which enthuses him to make it to the shores,

Alas! Today’s youth lacks in them

In them this perennial fountain

Of calmness and serenity

And thus are imbibing in them enmity

The power of your faith should be greater than your power of fear,

To save your life from becoming a dreadful odyssey of tears.

                                            Saloni Gupta