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AGRANI SAMKALP SILVER JUBILEE SOUVENIR
SMOKING KILLS
Anchal Sahani
IT 2nd Year
become happy to read about sublimes.
Smoking kills, but I'm already dead. Sylvia, Kafka and Jordan's will-we
Not like Sylvia's dreams, but like all love them just like smoking that
Jordan's strings, stucked in the kills. We enjoy the saddest parts of
binary of life zeroes and ones, their lives and think how difficult it
somewhere in between period and was to survive, when it is only 0.1
sums. 99.9 percent of my life is all percent of our world, around which
about me, but that 0.1 percent in we dance, and leave 99.9 percent of
which the world comes up, I look at our life for luck by chance.
the sky and search for miracles. Chance that appears once in a
Miracles, what are they? Justa myth million times when you hold my
or a hope? Some days I don't know hand and ask for some time, to
what to write about, then end up stop for a while just to stare at the
writing the odd one out, and I think sky, count stars, see the moon,
this is a miracle that helps me heal, smoke weed and spy. Spy poetry in
every time my heart stops to feel. ashes and love in smoke, that
Isn't it funny? Last night, I thought I passes through our lungs and give
wouldn't write anymore, and here I us brain stroke.
am, writing about a whore! So l put 99.9 percent of my life
Wait, what? "Whore?" Yes, whore. on fire, for a miracle that
Which means prostitute, and a just happened in a princess attire.
prostitute is someone who sells this is one of my skills-I know
their body to get paid, but what if smoking kills...
Someone is dead? but I'm already dead, stucked in
Then they sell their soul, their art, zeroes and ones. Another Kafka to
their whole, their tears, words, be born, another Sylvia who burns.
emotions, and rhymes, and people
BEAUTY OF THE NATURE Young Voice
Dyana Lamba
VIII-B, Salwan Public School, Old Rajendra Nagar
One day I went on a walk The flowers were blooming
And I couldn't find anyone to talk The wind was blowing
So, I decided to look at nature The sun was setting
Where I found many creatures The birds were flying
The birds were chirping Let's go home, to myself I said
The butterfly was whispering And let's get ready for another day.
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