These
poems are the Editor's Award winners for June 2002
Poems by Shaili
By Shaili, 15, Jamshedpur, India
TRANSITION
Leaving behind sweet memories of childhood Where I passed the valley of innocence, I enter now a world of people both good and bad, And I sometimes wonder will we remain friends O dear friends of mine! Or shall we get lost In this fascinating new world of new people and things. When we meet again shall we be happy or sad, Bright or depressed, joyful or full of woes? I wonder. There’s but one thing we can do – hope and pray That we meet and grow in love and joy Keeping afresh the memories of our childhood.
THE WOMAN WHO LOST HER MEMORY
Here I stand confused My past not my own, My future unknown, My present a pile of confusion. “Mother! Mother! Come to me,” Calls the child within me. There is that man with the sad look Who sits alone next to me, Am I his, I do not know. There is someone standing there Must be a friend from somewhere, Am I his friend, I do not know? Where am I? Who am I? Who are these people? What are these questions Haunting my mind day and night? Is there no one who can help? I cannot remember or recognize! A case of lost memory, they say, What should I do? O What? I am so lost, more lost each day, Lost more than the previous day, O help me someone, please help!
LIFE
Life is not a tragedy Neither is it a game That you can play, It is not a mystery either Or a puzzle to solve. Life is not just a struggle Or a wondrous miracle, Neither is it sorrow Or mere painful duty. It is not a blessing Or a fearsome curse, It is not hatred or envy But it is love and love alone, No fiction but a fact, No mere dream but a reality, The greatest gift of God to man Is this life most marvelous.
LEGENDS OF THE FALL
You were given birth by a bear, You were the one named Triton, Savage and wild as you were, Never for once did you follow The rules of man or God. But they all did love you – You protected them and died the last, Your heart was too full of guilt, Guilt for something you never did. You were wild and the bears too, But time and man were the wildest of all. They called you wild and drove you to rage, They destroyed your life and burnt you all the while. But noble you were, as noble as gold, And you came through it all For strength you had and when death came Your death was great and you shall remain A legend forever.... for there are few like you.
ILLUSION
Illusion, yes, illusion you were, To me and for these eyes too, Each day in and out You kindled a flame, In and in front of me – But yet so far away.... I have waited and shall keep waiting Till the dawn of the day When you will certainly come. You talked to me but once, Called upon me too, I came and touched you, But I soon realized you were too far away, Just like the horizon where Earth and Heaven meet and play, You are but a dream for me And a dreamer am I.... So in my dream we can always remain together. (June 2002)
Three poems
By Roshni, 15, Jamshedpur, India
The Enchanting Showers
The silver edged nimbus flooded the clear sky, Silent was the wind and murky the night, The moon kissed the horizon, while the ground awaited the showers. Over the months the weary farmers awaited the rains, Their doleful dejection spoke the skies, Such a crisis had never clutched them before, Every heart and every mind craved for the rains. A pearl fell from the sky to the earth, Soon swallowed by the earth in its unquenchable thirst, The heavens then split with the roar of thunder And let go a shower of shining gems. The peasants rose and ran for mirth Danced and reveled in joy and fun The rain found a blessing on every lip Puddles were assailed with paper ships. The beasts and the humans danced in the rain, The sick and the sad forgot their ailments, The rain, I must say, has hidden magical powers, How blessed are these enchanting showers to all.
A rose for a rose
Appear and disappear, old and the new, Buds and flowers blossom spreading fragrance, A fragrance as enchanting and enviable as you So rare to find, so pure and so true. Be she a princess, an angel or a lady divine, You adore her and long for her love, The clove scented breeze rocks you with love You yearn more and more then for her love. The pitter-patter raindrops multiply your desire, You bow your head and yearn for her luster, The sight of her makes the mundane exotic, What powers are hidden within her, O Gorgeous! When the sun hides behind the mountain high, The sky kisses the horizon, the moon peeps from behind The fleecy clouds on high and you drop your head And long for a dream of her near you then.
Just a minute
The verdict was out, the summons sounded, In those rueful eyes love unfolded, Her lust to live and her mortal fear Was strangled.... for death was so near. She stared at him, tears dampened her cheeks, Oceans of tears flowed down in a narrow stream, Her mesmerizing smile betrayed her emotions And he stood dumb stricken as he saw her ebbing tension. She was leaving him, Oh! thought revolting Those melancholy hours themselves regretting, His love, his friend, his sole support was she, His lady lay pensive, life ceasing and death enforcing His feelings unspoken welled up in his heart, If only he could speak his love for her, The love he had cherished for fourteen long years How could she die without knowing his love? He must tell her, speak out his emotions, But words, O the words they failed him, His nerves they tightened, His throat lay parched, As he awaited the words of love to pour... And then.... his lips they parted and the words they fell But the paleness of her face struck his heart, “Doctor!” he yelled for he knew now It was all over, the long wait was done. If only he had told her his love, If only she had lived a minute more, O God! A loving soul craved to tell his love A minute, just a minute too late! (June 2002)
The Day Is Done
By Karishma, 14, Jamshedpur, India
The sun is shining and the birds are chirping, The farmers begin to reap. Here the busy day starts, While down the hills The bulls pull their carts, And the cowboys take the cows to field. Soon it is noon and all is bright and sunny. Gradually as noon fades evening raids the place, Birds go back to their nests, And the old go to bed to rest, While the smallest of children dream of angels In darkness and lengthening shadows. It's devil’s time soon as the day goes to bed. (June 2002)
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