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BROTHERS'  BLUE  SKY                                             Prerna Mishra                                            class 11, 2009 The white radiance Was impeccable, The consistency adorable. For illuminating the blue black   Exists a beautiful moon. Through ocean, vales, hills and roads It shines to your window. Never I believe, That this morning when I wake, Will rouse somebody brighter, His brightness dies, when born brother another Morning and night the duty is fixed The brothers have they divided? For warming the white blue  Exists the sun huge Moon and sun Sun and moon Shining and tweeting in the blue sky The brothers completing the sky. Years and years roll down Se...

FIVE HANDS                                                  prerna mishra, 2009 25 tiny fingers sliding its way, To find the maximum amount, To satisfy the hunger The hunger that is as old as the finger. The plate carrying chunks of food Is holding five hands. Unaware of hygiene, Alien to sanitation, Living in a known hell. These five children, Are having their cherished meal. Born with an inborn disease Of Poverty. Slavery and begging Being the symptoms, Education that may be the medicine Is beyond the dream……… Harassed by the symptom Hopeless by the disease, Are these buds. finding the gem in scrap  Eating the left over, Burning in sun Shivering in winter. Is it that For which the bud must sprout? “It hurts to see them” ...

My experiment with Rs5.                                            By Prerna Mishra                        (written in college 5th sem, 2013) In last 31 years, they have only asked for your 2 minutes, now as an added topping with just Rs5 in your pocket.  In the interiors of Jharkhand, a true Indian village lacking in almost everything, where survival is with bare minimum resources, Life goes on because it has to. A few government schools established under “Sarva Siksha Abhiyan” shabby building, teacher sits outside the classroom with hand-fan. I saw Students having their cherished meal. A big bus carrying thousands of packets, parked outside the school. Yes it was Maggi; these children were having and of course free of cost. Mid-day meals have perhaps become very boring for these children! They too...

                      A FIRE WITHIN  The desire becomes the want The want becomes the need The need becomes the addiction. When the fire burns,  Not in the dense forest But in the forest of thoughts Thoughts to achieve “Its not in your limit” to prove the author wrong. This author can’t write my destiny I know the key I know the lock But I don’t know how to open the lock Or may be I simply cant Every step I take, every rule I make Something drags I know what drags but still I fail to keep it away This drag throws water to my fire My fire, my fire, my fire When will it burn the “drags” And give light to my desire I know………………. This fire will fulfill me, the day it has burnt the drags.                        ...

Going for a class?                                                                  Prerna Mishra                                                                                             college 4th sem, 2012 Studying since 16 years. Strange! Even I don’t feel like believing I am doing this. I turn my head around and all I see...

A beauty traveled                                                                              By                                             Prerna Mishra                                            written in class 12, 2011 A beauty  traveled Through heavenly sky Reached toxic ...

           WHERE TO GO NOW!                                                                                     BY                                Prerna mishra   (class 11, 2009)                                    ...

CREATIVITY DIMINISHING                                                         PRERNA MISHRA                                                                  Class 12, 2011                       Declining and depreciating Is my creativity My creativity is lost In running the race for...

                           Master Player The two pony Beneath the moon shady The jet black hair That danced in the air. Played the girls with utter innocence A fearful game in incandescence , One hiding behind chair Fearing to be feared by other. The game, the game you play With fear added. Will be over the day You see fear in gay. The new player will be life You will never be able to hide. The fear will be real The rule classical. Hiding for long Will not be working, The childhoods hide-seek Looks more appeasing on reminding now. “The fear was built Then and now Sometime added, sometime created But was never inborn” Has said the master player to me To walk with him With life And not hide behind.                      ...

                      SUFFERERS I have not seen you I have not touched you Nor have I experienced you Because I am just 17 .   But no one knows your age No one knows your parentage No one knows how you were born Your history is a complete mystery. But your existence  Needs no proof. Destroyed and derailed is the society, Blind, deaf and dumb are we Conscience dies The day you strike. Death and destruction is your gift Creating gulf, Is your duty. Your wings are spreading Increasing like my country’s population No control measures stops you also. Tired are your victims Recharged are your users To find new sufferers. Disgusted I am Afraid to be your prey Cant afford to use you You are not faithful You can demolish The user too If comes another powerful user. Corruption Go away I don’t know your birthday But would like to know death ...