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, May 05, 2017

If I Were Rain

Rishita Neema, Class VIII A

If I would be a part of the cloud,
I would be mighty and proud.
Stand above all,
Without any hurdles or wall.

But I’d definitely miss,
My allies and the snake’s hiss.
Even the thoughts of ruling seem sour,
Without companions, what a bore!

And when the cloud burst,
It was the end of my thirst,
That moment, that bliss,
When I could come rumbling, tumbling for Mother Earth to kiss.

But when from my dream destination, yards away I flew,
I saw a sight – strange and new,
People running away from me,
Shielding themselves under an umbrella or a tree.

Children sailing paper boats – fun that would’ve been,
That was the scene when,
We were friends, they and me,
Those children are now drinking tea.

But it seems that some of my companions could not forget me so soon,
So they let me trickle down their cheeks,
Some sacred, consoling joy, they have not known,
For a hundred days and million weeks.