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.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

The Hideous Nightmare

Simran Dewani, Class X F

It was just a hideous nightmare,
And yet, I was left in despair.
A dream haunted by a deadly ghost,
Which scared me the most.

Marking time to sleep in the dark,
Ignoring those whining dogs bark.
Then outside it started to rain,
Those noises which made me insane.

My dream was full of dead meat,
Which me skip a heartbeat.
While noises of trees and storms were terrifying me,
‘End the dream! End the dream!’ I kept crying.

Imagining in garments, black as pitch,
The wild and wicked witch.
And finally, I covered myself in my bed,
With a pillow on my head.

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