Poets’ Corner
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Poets’ Corner

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The Lost Hope

A beautiful green land once filled with flowers

But now the sight of destruction overpowers

Dead flowers. Dead animals. Dead bodies.

All I see is the dead

The scent of blood filters through the air

So metallic. So dark.

I stare at the demise caused by us

My hands are trembling

I feel something damp on my face

Is that my tears or is that the rain?

I look up at the sky

And let out a scream

A scream so raw, filled with agony

A scream filled with lost hope.

– Joan Mary Sanad (10D)

The Slow Walk Home

Slowly walking around the block,

I gradually pull my cap down to avoid the people who stare at me and talk,

Whispering and wondering what possibly went wrong,

As I choose to ignore them and walk right along,

But in my heart I know that she won’t be here.

I stuff my hands into my pockets 

As my fingers wriggle through the torn sockets 

Everything around me suddenly feels chilly

As passers-by glance at me in pity

Knowing the fact that she won’t be at home. 

I can now only hear the silent sound of my footsteps on the driveway

As my emotions start to gradually decay

Suddenly it drizzles once more

I slip and fall down on the damp floor

The only thing I think of now that she won’t be at home to help me.

Raindrops gently trickle down my forehead 

Mixing with the sudden rush of tears slipping down my cheeks

I slowly reach my doorstep and take out my jagged key

Trying desperately not to remember the memories of “we”

I open the door

And I swear the air feels colder than ever before

But I am all alone now 

Because I know that mom isn’t at home.

– Ayushi Sonetta (10C)

Reality

I wish to live on lucid dreams

Dance to the melody of the daisy fields

To control this limpid reality

And break free of all boundaries.

Dissolve into my own realm

Where I’m my own sovereign

Where silk violet skies flow like the rivulet

With starry nights to gaze

After dusk,

Waiting in wonder for dawn to break.

But I only wake up once again

Head spinning, my days in idleness spent

Just another being in this fast-paced world

And yet again the ritual of life

To live, work and earn begins.

– Aleesha Khan (10G)


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