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.

Friday, March 24, 2017

The Most Dreadful Day

Rishita Neema, Class VII A

One day, I woke up late,
As I had forgotten, it was a test date.

I stepped on my dog’s tail,
He barked hard because that was my fate.

I ran to my bus stop like a marathon race,
But I missed the bus due to my slow pace.

I was crying and my mother was sad,
Then she scolded me as the day was bad.

I do not simply know what will happen next,
This day has left me totally perplexed.

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