I dont want to die

I don't want to die
not because,i am coward
but because,i want my friends and parents
who have always been helpful
and shown me the way forward....


I don't want to die
because,i want my teachers
who have always been cooperative
not just human creatures,
rather very much imperative


I don't want to die
because i want my school
where i did spend my childhood
and gathered memories splendidly good


Perhaps,it is an optimistic urge
To God giving such cause
But even though i leave,
I will urge to have with my companions,
I get a life to live.....

Farewell at DAV,Puri

The days in my school were most exuberant
it is such a truth,which no one can recant
The day i stepped in to its viscinity,
it seemed me unknown.
I thought it a place of insipidity,
But soon did i realise,
its a place for friends and fun

These ten years
all passed like a moment
But they never made me feel despondent.
Now it is the time for the predicament,
without my teacher's consent.


My school is not only a school,
rather is a temple of tranquility
and the teachers being my idols,
as a whole,it is a sign of sanctity.

My mates were nt only my friends.
They were rather a ship,
in the ocean of fiends.
Roses are red,even though leaves shed,
take it granted my dear friend,
We are friend till we are dead.

The red building
which is the epitome of our mind moulding
and is poised to mould even more.
I would like to ask God,
can i step here,once more.


Its serene ambience
and robust fence...
they provided us a foundation.
for the building of our nation..
Hats off to this building
besides all the zests and tribulation......