- Saba Singh – 9
- Anvi Gupta- 9
- Tashveen Sirphikhi- 8
I was born beautiful
Instilled in me a scarless face
Petals, patterns, poise
Everything I needed to play the game
But instilled in me I had not
A scarless heart, I need not tame
That troubled soul of mine though
Masked throughout by my pretty being
And so I played the part I was given
I posed as a perfect face
It was all those others saw me for
Without it, I was just a dame
Always there had been a void to fill
A bigger lie I told myself
That I was what they had made
Not what I could have been
That I was just as pure inside
As righteous as the shell I existed in
No anger, hate or revenge held I
I didn’t believe myself to feel any of it
Just because I did not believe
Didn’t mean it wasn’t there
And wither I did as the seasons changed
Clammed in my pretence to my last breath
Description: The poem ‘Captive Beauty’ signifies the emotions of a flower that has always been recognized as the thriving image of beauty and dainty, picture-perfect love. Lest the flower is a person, if it had a mind of its own, would it agree with all we believe? Or just like us humans, is there more than what meets the eye?
By- Saba Singh
Learning in 2020
The never-ending time is robust,
just like the wind blowing away the dust.
Providing you one such instance,
is us students’ learning at home from distance.
An online version was introduced in a new term.
The school’s decision was firm.
On the WhatsApp group, we all confirm.
Worries about the new normal made us squirm.
Parents bought new devices,
The Wi-Fi network was in crisis.
For logging in, we took all types of advices
And the uniform was worn in slices.
The microphone wouldn’t work, and the connection was bad.
We were acting like mad.
The internet was down, and we all blamed dad.
But somewhere from inside, we were all glad.
Backgrounds were selected with great care,
hoping that they were rare.
Wishing that the teacher would not be there,
the class started with a prayer.
We were delighted to play our favourite online game.
We decide to have fun as our main aim,
while the teacher called out our name
“Ma’am your voice is cracking!”, we exclaim!
There was no soul on the street.
In exams, everyone tried to cheat,
but still felt that something was incomplete.
Hoping in person we all meet.
By –Tashveen Sirphikhi
By- Ajuni Kaur Khatri