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The Final Realization
This pandemic has made me realize as days go by,
That I have less time to live by.
I want to make my life useful,
And surround myself with people who touch my soul.
Now I am in hurry to live life,
With the intensity that only maturity can give.
I want to live next to people who are realistic,
Who make mistakes and take responsibility for their actions.
My goal is to live and thrive..,
And reach the end of the journey satisfied.
By Renuka Dabral | Teacher (Dept. of English)
My First Sonnet
What I can see with both my eyes in dark,
A nurtured bud rests beneath in the care of soil,
When spirit alone that dances lets out some spark,
It’s not, at any cost, affected by turmoil.
Oh no! In despair, the land is coarse and dry,
The bud cannot thrive in unprecedented times,
So fragile, so weak, and infected, it’s cry,
A ray of hope, so subtle, jingles like the wind chimes.
The air is clear, the cries have stopped, so smile!
My hope, the bud, now blossoms like a beautiful girl,
There’s beauty and remedy, ‘Hope’ ponders for a while,
No more weakened immunity, she’s white like the pearl.
My ‘Hope’, the beautiful girl, so real, so alive,
Her roots are strong, in uncertainty it can thrive.
By Pooja Sirohi | Teacher (Dept. of English)
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