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, November 16, 2017

Mountains to Climb

Aahan Nawab, Class X F

There is no reason for me to live
I know for me there is no one to believe
I don’t know what in my life I have to find
But something inside tells me that there are mountains to climb.

There is no one by my side
How many times I’ll say that I don’t mind
I know for me areas of opportunities aren’t wide
But something inside tells me that there are mountains to climb.

I know I have nothing, not even hope
There is nothing to see, it’s better to be blind
There is nothing so I walk towards the slope
But something inside tells me that there are mountains to climb.

I go outside and get to know that my inside’s right
There is no place in the world where happiness is defined
Now I know there will be furious free falls but I’ll have to fight
Now I tell my inside that there are mountains to climb.