THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL
There are a lot of good things about being stuck in quarantine;
There’s more time for movie and T.V.;
You’ll have a lot of time to yourself,
And you can finally install that shelf;
Everybody’s done a little room décor,
And don’t forget, we almost had another war;
Listening to the rain and just watching the birds,
I can’t describe it, look at me, I’m out of words;
While running out of things to do I can finally see my family,
I never noticed how much my brother loved Billie! ;
Everyone is forced into catching up with the new technology,
Just so that they can talk with their friends and family and not be lonely;
Look at the pictures on google of the Taj Mahal,
Seems like the weather over there is doing pretty well;
So, get real, it’s not all about being wealthy,
What you really should do is make sure you and your loved ones are always healthy.
Manishka Chauhan 9F
Ode to The Life That Was
Once upon a time, there lived a little girl,
Little Red Riding Hood was her name,
Playing in the lush green gardens was her game,
Chasing her friends through the corridors,
Raising havoc in the seniors’ classes,
And living the time of her life.
Then came the Big Bad Wolf,
But he too had a name,
Coronavirus they called him,
But halt here, neither was he big nor bad,
He was microscopic,
And all he wanted was a host to serve him well.
What happened to the little girl, pray tell.
The little girl could no longer go to her Grandma’s,
The lush green gardens only saw ground,
Her friends nowhere to be found,
The annoyed seniors – gone.
The little girl locked down.
Her parents told her,
“Grandma has such long ears
And sharp teeth and
Thick fur….
You cannot go to meet her.”
They did not tell her the truth,
The Big Bad Wolf had eaten her whole.
The woodcutter and other Corona Warriors,
Combatted the wolf every day,
Many a life was lost,
The wolf grew, spreading itself everywhere.
Everyone under a lock.
This was the new normal.
Goodbye crowded corridors,
Goodbye playgrounds and green gardens,
Goodbye naughty kids and eating off others’ lunches,
Goodbye warm hugs,
This is the new normal,
Goodbye Life that was.
Sanchari Ray 10D
An ode to vintage cameras
Oh, those cameras,
Whose shutter,
Could capture the slightest flutter’
Whose lens,
Was used to capture the images of friends,
Hours and hours of perfection,
To capture every action,
But now without existence,
Far away at a distance.
Raihan – 10B
Ode to Telegram
For years the messages,
Had as companion
Someone trusted and reliable,
Sincerely standing by its job,
Just to serve the public at large.
Bringing smiles of various hues,
Striking the sorrows of the blues,
Informed urgent things that were true.
Demises were condoled,
Transfers were informed,
Appointments were declared,
Greetings were conveyed.
Landline phones struck at first,
Email laid it to the rest.
But when it was laid to rest,
There was no need for a telegram,
Everybody knew, now on nothing would be telegrammed.
By – Sakshi Krishnamurthy