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एक दिन मुझे अजीब सा विचार आया , यदि विद्यालय में कोई अवकाश न होता तो क्या होता ? हर दिन मुँह धोकर हम स्कूल पहुंचते , एक दिन भी न होता जब हम देर से उठते। आँखों के निचे काले घेरे पड़ जाते , पढाई से थक कर हम किताबो पे ही सो जाते। दिवाली , होली , राखी में हम शाला में ही होते , क्या सब त्यौहार हम वही मनाते ? पढ़ाते - पढ़ाते हमारे शिक्षक परेशान हो जाते , छूटी की राह में सब मुस्कान खो जाते। गर्मी की छुट्टीयो का कोई इंतज़ार न करता , घूमने जाने का समय किसी के पास न होता। अच्छा हे यह सिर्फ सोच हे , हकीकत नहीं , अवकाश बहुत ज़रूरी हे , कोई विकल्प नहीं। - अनाया शेठ

  A place of despair, Devoid of hope, Always war-ridden - Physically or mentally. Have we finished it off? Is there still a ray of light? Darkness. More Darkness. A silent noise always lingers— One no one seems to hear. Yet everyone hears the cries, The echoing scream for help. Why? Why? Why? There are a million whys to answer. It’s your duty in life to resolve at least one. Do what you can. The world needs you.                                                                                           - ANAYA SHETH     

 

  In a bustling big city, there lived a small bird, Exquisite, rosy, but with eyes filled with the sorrows of the world. He feared this world unkind, Scared of us, the cruel mankind.   You see, the bird had witnessed that before, Many of its friends were captured, free no more, The little bird’s heart and soul belonged in the sky, And the thought of a cage made it cry.   It dreamt to touch the stars one day, But would it have the courage to fight? One day, the cruel men came, Trapping the bird, ignoring its pain.   The poor bird was now in a cage, Its eyes filled with tears and rage, Heartbroken, lost in this world unfair, A victim of humans who didn’t care.   This bird isn’t the only one,   there are many such in this world. How would we feel if trapped behind the doors? Caging for our pleasure—are we nothing more? -          ANAYA SHETH

  Crisp golden leaves touch the ground For the very first time Experiencing the moist soil and soft grass All year long, they have clung To their mother’s embrace   Now they stand independent Having bloomed in beauty through the passage of time And now it’s time to wither Even though they still feel like young ones They’ve made their mother look gorgeous   Always Now it’s time to leave her But what’s a tree without her leaves? Lonely. Like a writer without words A chef without food Like themselves It’s a season of change Nothing stays the same forever They’ve witnessed beauty, despair Is that all life has to offer? They wonder No, there’s much more And then there’s death.                                            ...