Page 280 - E-Magazine 2016-17

REFLECTION

At the horizon of desires,
On the shores of an isolated island,
Stands a woman succumbed to the pressure,
The people put forward, keeping “beauty” as a
measure.

“Who’s the most beautiful of all?” she would ask
me repeatedly.
“You are, my lady”, I would answer genuinely
But as time hurries by and her golden skin turns
frail,
I can no longer hide the truth and I turn pale.

She wastes her tears on me,
Her beautiful spirit is on a spree,
People say that I’m a mirror with many a ripples,
Capable enough to beautify even the crippled.

But I rather wish she listened to her voice underneath
Driven by beauty, she has covered her heart with a sheath.

She is just another lost woman to me,

Through the ages, those maddened eyes are all too familiar to me.

KEERTHI VISHWANATH XI-C
FRIENDS

A vast world, I see on earth,
Men & women I see no dearth,
But only a few among them to hold my hand,
They are my friends

Cricket, football, well that’s what we play,
A good drink and an overnight stay,
Craziness being a common trait,
Studies we wish could be kept on wait,
Such are my friends

School being a daily routine,
As we study together from morn to noon,
But games remain the period we long for,
Hoping together the period does not end soon
Exams, tests come and go,
Notes and mock papers are what are exchanged though,
Long phones calls, being a part of our life,
And loads of memories to cherish so
As time passes we become working men,
Each in a different place,
But our bonds continue to remain strong,
With memories flashing with a background song,
These are my friends.
SHREYAS ANAND