TIME

TIME

From time to time, it has been defined,
But scarcely has its definition been refined.
Tis’ said time’s not to be wasted,
But in vain all advice goes, until defeat is tasted.

Although one can see it pass by,
None can ask it not to fly;
Nature has vested such powers in it,
That no stage can come, when undervalued is time!

Time is the driving force of nature.
Races of living beings come and go
Like the rays of the Sun,
The shots from a gun.
But whether or not they strive to thrive;
The carts of their lives, only time will drive.

Beyond this I do not go,
I haveth the worst of expressions,
Least of talents,
To describe what its all about…
Only time will tell whether seeds will sprout!

AMIT RAIZADA
XII-A
SJC Allahabad

LIFE

LIFE
The joyous world, the sadness behind;
I see not though, just feel.
The dark clouds looming large;
I do not scream, but cry.


The sight of a child, sobbing for life;
I ask not though, but wonder why?
Within seconds, life turning to death;
I do not comprehend, just be shocked.

Such troublesome is life, gives utmost pain;
I remember last when a cheer came.
The increasing poverty, loss of lush;
I know not though, where heads this rush.

I believe such is life;
A virtual image, A deceptive mirage,
A smiling beggar, A crying millionaire.
And although there is pleasure for some in life,
I still see
The joyous world, the sadness behind.


AMIT RAIZADA
XII-A
SJC Allahabad

HAPPINESS....JUST DOING RIGHT

HAPPINESS…JUST DOING RIGHT

Just another day ends in my life;
Should I say, I lost four-and-twenty hours,
Or should I say, I got beautiful flowers?
Hearings at the Courts end in a strife.
Should I call them partial trials,
Or should I look for gains among denials?

Tell me Lord, tell me the truth,
It would be the greatest blessing on thee.
Is it partial like the human race?
Or is it evergreen, blessed by your grace?
The Skies, Rain, or the setting Sun,
By which of these modes is happiness best described?

To achieve is to succeed, They say,
But when did success ever sow such seeds,
Seeds of sorrow, seeds of jealousy,
Rendering passive all feels of ecstasy.
Are material possessions a reason to be happy,
Or internal satisfaction; I do not know?

Show me the way to happiness,
Or the way to victory.
Rather show me the way to righteousness, Lord.
Right is the way in which unfolds destiny,
And it is what makes one happy.
Lord, I don’t find a reason for an apathy.


AMIT RAIZADA
XII-A
SJC Allahabad