Stalking death, pale faced Invaded the gods’ nest Turning it into the valley of dead In loving company of blind sense. Nations awake, staring to each other with surprising faces Smelt the blood of innocents, tiny faced, Embarking upon tolling frantic bells Of civilization, rootless before counting the murmuring heads.
Turning to their close ranked graves Hiding the tears of shame, Place the mourning candles Over their unaccountable births. Prevent the blood flowing Ere the enough polluting to clot our veins, Shall we ask these innocents Not to be born again realizing our ungrateful debts.
Let our unsettled progresses Be more and more mocking, Bones of angels, the dividing selves between restless peace and strife. The terror of heartless obtruse In vain name of human Will ever be eternal builders for our insecure epitaphs.
My sweet children I can’t give you what you wish but I can give you what actually you need for your better tomorrow I can give you immense love and affection that will provide strong wings for your dreams to
school life just like in a child’s dream like a bird to be taught to fly and live primary classes to higher classes step by step I learnt to live and understand life better than ever Terrific weightage of books
A school in a village without any pastel – Divine Child which never cares for riel Strives for excellence. Does propel The children upwards and rebel Against injustice gigantic or sea shell; Strives to let its stars and carvings excel
We are mere children of the void. Specks on an infinitesimally small mote in limitless space. Lost by size, overlooked by indifference. A universe indifferent to our existence. The stars will shine, the planets will spin regardless of our future.