Page 2 - BBPSPP NEWSLETTER - MIDDLE PART 4

A VIRTUAL EXISTENCE SURREAL REALITY LEARN TO LIVE
This atrocious juncture has acquainted with the earth
Captured in our big cages of uncertainty, we could only visualise in stories, Yes there is a fear ,
Oh mortals! Have we been robbed of all the vital positivity Presented us with the one that had been sleeping for long Yes there is isolation,
Hanging in the cobwebs of hashtags , followers and algo- with the histories Yes there is panic buying,
rithms, Look up in the sky, Yes there is sickness,
We are only thriving on virtual gratification. Yes there is loneliness ,
What about that human touch ..... Yes, there are no black clouds Yes there is depression ,
Alas! our first form of communication. But only a merry raven flying,
Hear that chirp out loud Yes, when the funds are low and debts
In this solitary hole That glistening gush passing by looks like polished mirror, are high
Emoticons are playing a king’s role but my bad I could never notice it was a clean river! And you want to Smile but you have to
Sigh.
Stealing away my precious emotions,
The airspace around me is not grey and hazy,
Facebook , Instagram, Snapchat crop as a bunch of crooks. When care is pressing you, down a bit,
maybe, that is why the air I am breathing smells like dai-
Can automated flipping of pages sies! Rest if you must , but Don't Quit ,
ever compare to the nostalgia

that emanates with the smell of those beloved books?
I don't have to dream anymore to look at the stars, Learn from our Corona Warriors , Sa-
they are glinting in our eyes lute them and their Spirit
The more I indulge in carefully crafted social illusions even when they are miles afar
The more I cherish my real connections BY: JIYA MOHAL ,VIII A
The land is not perishing soldiers
That gentle caress of my grandma’s fingers
who had a brawling fate,
Brush of lips on the soft cheeks of my younger's
But, it is putrefying the corpses of calamity and hate

We need that touch from the ones we love, A WONDERFUL GIFT
I am sorry, wake up, come back to reality,
As much as we need the air to breathe.
It is there we find safety , comfort and security I hope you enjoyed this momentary tranquility The days and nights of care and concern,
Locked down and home- I hope you understand what I am trying to say, The joy and glory of love and affection,
bound... make this dream come true don't let it swift away
We are stuck in obscurity. The bond of love and belonging,
nature has its ways to get its work done,
BY: DEVYAANI support her or soon we will be expecting an oblivion, The range of family and siblings,
LAKHOTIA , Unending oblivion, All and all are just because
XA I was born out of You.
And humans, none The perceptions and feelings,
BY: BHUMI GOEL, XA the struggles and learnings,
the joys and sorrows,
the rising and falling,
And yet, your love with discipline,
And yet the order with some chaos,
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M MY DREAMS AND ASPIRATIONS And yet some pain and struggle for
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NATURE some gain.
Nature is a beautiful gift from God , O my Mom! I am blessed to be born out
My dreams and aspirations
to fulfill our needs and have fun in all.
It gives us supplies, will definitely change as I grow. of you and have you as my world!
That we are able to keep parallels within our own lives. Sometimes I think of becoming an inventor
But how much do we care about it in the present BY:DIVYAESH PANDEY ,VIII C
and invent a barking crow.
stream?
Is a question that comes to me like the morning sun
beam. I also think of making cakes and pies,
or probably enter a world of spies.
Writing a poem on saving our nature
I also think of improving my stage skills,
Is a baby step that I take today to save our future.
Mother nature waits to be nurtured with all love and no rather than giving coloured pills,
hate, Or should I become an officer whose orders are followed;
Listen to it to or it will find a date to rejuvenate. there are a lot of facts that are yet to be swallowed.

Maybe I could become, a ten to one,
Remember, it is the hard work of many people
That birds still chirp and we still have life in the jun- just like Leonardo Da Vinci.
gles. I know not whom I shall trust

Today, I take great pleasure for my strange hunger and thirst.
To thank Mother Nature for all her treasure. I know not which oar I shall choose
for my boat to reach the shore.
The majestic sun, the pretty Moon, My thoughts are always changing
The beautiful meadows, the jingles of the flowing and so are the ways.
stream But to satisfy myself I say,
The chirp of the birds, the roar of the Lion “Concentrate on the present day.”
Oh! Mother Nature you are a wonderful creator.
BY:BHUMI GAUR ,IX F BY:JAHANVI BHATIA,IX C
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