The Comic Differentiation

There is an almighty power,

That had made all of us,

People call him as,

God, Allah, Ishwar, or Jesus.

He had made all the living beings;

But, we want a way; an excuse

To differentiate each other,

By finding different means.

We pretend, the humans;

Are better than others,

But, what, when we are

Fighting with our brothers.

We have one of the

Best developed minds.

However, what is the use of all this,

When, we even can’t be kind?

So, stop all this nonsense jobs,

Moreover, this comic differentiation.

If no, then what will be the use of?

God’s such brilliant creation.

Shivam Jha

Vivekanand International Sr. Sec. School, I.P. Extn.,  Patparganj,

 New Delhi-110091

The Accompaniers of Earth

This Earth is accompanied by,

People of different kinds;

Of different

Skills, abilities, and minds.

Some humans here,

Ebb a life of grief,

While others, had their,

Talking of happiness, brief.

However, it is all going fair.

As, life is a tragedy,

For those whom as it link,

And also a comedy,

For those; who think.

Apart from these,

There is also some game of luck and chance.

It cannot be founded here;

Besides; booked by the god, in advance.

In addition, there are some people,

Whom lives are flowing,

In this imaginary river;

Somehow, they are also going.

This is the Earth,

Living here is not an ease.

Many more have to take birth,

May be one of these.

-----Shivam Jha***

Vivekanand International Sr. Sec. School, I.P. Extension., Patparganj, New Delhi-110091

A Hammering Headache

Once, a pain,

Tackled my brain

Then, I thought,

How long would I stain?

So immensely it led,

It was hammering my head.

Moreover, my friend used to be a bed

Frightened was my mom and dad.

About the day, I was thinking,

When I will be cured

I will do fun again,

Surely, it was assured.

My courage and belief,

 Acted as an aid

Soon, disappeared my pain,

In addition, the grief that laid.

                                                          -----Shivam Jha***

Vivekanand International Sr. Sec. School, Patparganj, New Delhi-110091

A Busy Day

Today, I rushed off

From my sleep,

When I had lost,

In my dreams, deep.

The Sun was,

About to rise,

It had to share its glory,

With the solitary skies.

I couldn't be slept,

All the day,

As with my friends,

I have to play.

So, with my stunning shoes,

And the dress; a little bit loose,

I went to my way,

Today was my school’s holiday.

Playing football,

I gained many joys,

It’s very interesting in

Defeating boasting boys.

Tired, sweating,

I came to my home,

Thrusting for the;

Care of my mom.

But, not much longer,

Would last this care,

I didn't have much

Time to spare.

As its father order

To do much exercise,

I had to become,

A child, nice.

After breakfast,

I studied with father,

I had played for hours.

And now had no choice; rather.

After the continued,

And now, I am on a chair,

Writing this poem,

And, expecting it to be fair.

It’s being the time to sleep,

Again with my dreams; deep.

Tomorrow will be an another day

For study, fun and play.

                                                ----Shivam Jha***

                                                      Vivekanand International Sr. Sec. School

A Lovely Dream...

Once, at night

A dream appeared to me,

Body was acting, as it was

Stung by a poisonous bee.

My happiness was

So bright,

That it had

Even affected on my diet

Friends began asking,

What happened, dude?

Where had gone,

Your serious mood?

Then, thoughts;

Came to me about,

Clearing, all my

Queries and doubts.

I haven’t understood;

It still

It might be

Brighter was my will

According to Science,

It is a chemical

But, to me, it wasn't accurate,

Even, to a fraction.

I began to understood;
This, from little.
But, it was clear; this virtual relationship,
Was not brittle.

It was like a river;
A river; which keeps on moving.
But, more like an universal ocean,
Which never ends, ever.

Standing, under an oak,
I had been awaked;
All this proved faked,
And broken out; this fantastic folk.

                                                       ----Shivam Jha***

                                                          Vivekanand International Sr. Sec. School, Patparganj, I.P. Extn.

The Evening Supper

Every evening, my father

Sits to eat

Just like an Indian man;

Cross-bending his feet.

Sitting, smiling,

He eats the lovely rice,

Just then the waste rice

Is conveyed; by a mice.

Then suddenly; bells,

The phone’s ring, when

My father was eating; like a king

Then came my mother,

In a plate; holding food,

She started eating,

In a great mood.

Slowly taking morsels,

In the mouth,

Side-by-side, clearing

Everyday’s doubts.

Happily they,

Used to eat,

Then I came before;

Them to meet.

Asking mother,

To take a while,

Still has to go,

Many miles.

Composed by:-
Shivam Jha

Mother:- The Shadow Of God

One of the greatest creation

Of god, is mother

We all know it, as

There is nothing to bother.

She is the

Shadow of god

And also, like

our protecting sword.

That protects us

From all the evils

And for us; fights with

All the bad ones and evils.

God can't be everywhere,

So he had made mothers

That cares for us and can

Be with us, everywhere.

She is the only one

Who protects us,

When the father

Becomes angry on us.

She does so much for us

That will be fruitful,

So, we must also care for her,

And should become dutiful.