Why this blog?

The nascent and fresh minds of students are so creatively inclined that they have the ability to bring into being a universe of their own. They are little tyros who would, with time, unfold into verves, momentum or sensations of various creative dimensions. A chalk sculptor, a clay artist, an amateur painter of Madhubani, Warli, a dabbler of still life, a budding poet, a tenderfoot writer or a fledgling lyricist – one gets all varieties of creatively-aligned students covered in a seemingly dilettantish peel. We at Shishukunj aspire to provide a humble platform to all such potentials to smatter around and mature into the perfection that they are seeking to epitomize or become! This blog is thus an endeavor that would allow all Shishyans to just play around with their latent artistic caliber and enjoy the bliss of a “BRAVO” from known and unknown quarters.

Thursday, March 23, 2017

A Trip Down Memory Lane

Swasti Solanki, Class X D

This is a story of how we grew up,
Not in a city, but in a forest dump.

Years ago, when we were blooming buds,
All we used to do, was to play in mud.

No school, no rules, no phones, no screens,
Just living in our own wildest dreams.

All play – no work was our gang’s theme,
Follow the monkeys on the trees of neem.

Swimming together in dirty ponds,
Further strengthened our friendship bonds.

Life without glamour and show,
No creed, no greed, not a single foe.

“I wish, I wish with all my heart,
To fly with dragons in a land apart.”

Hand in hand, wandering around,
Looking for a world beyond.

Oh those beautiful years of life,
Vanished in no time.

No slums, no huts, no ponds, no trees,
Now all I have is their memories.

How I wish I had a wand,

To turn concrete back to where I was born.

No comments: