The Midnight Escape

This evening, I; on my old wooden chair,

Sitting away from gathering;

Suddenly, kidnapped by the;

Thoughts of grief and despair.

Being in prison;

For several troubling hours,

I could do nothing;

Except watching bars.

Mind was in desire of something,

No one was partner; except twinkling stars;

I could not be able to get anything;

For there wasn’t any buses or cars.

After struggling; too much in prison,

And having nothing as fun,

I managed to escape somehow;

My heart was saying ‘wow’!

Even, after crossing the storms;

Of sadness and angers;

Along with many hopelessness’ gangsters;

My life didn’t come to its norms.

Still, was left, the bay of lies;

I ran as fast as I could;

Also, fought hardly, and stood,

It’s all because of a mind sharp and wise.

My main weapons were truth and hopefulness,

That I could came thereafter;

The escape couldn’t be done with anything less;

Thrusting was my mind for laughter.

At last, I escaped from kidnap,

Intelligence and courage saved my cap.

Surely, after such a long gap,

I was indeed of a nutritious nap.

When I came back, I found myself on my chair,

It was relieving that everything was alright ‘n’ fair.

I awaked and saw the wall clock in light;

Surprised realizing the time, past midnight.

I’ve learnt not to be sad;

Whatever be the situation- good or bad.

I’ve learnt to cope-up these with much pain;

So, will never goanna be in despair again.

Now, it’s the time to sleep;

After the lessons of value, deep.

The day had ended hence,

And it should make the difference.

                                         -----Shivam Jha

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

Love: God’s great creation

God had made everything;

Each resulting beautiful,

And excelling in beauty; yet

Something is more worthy and beautiful.

A gorgeous thing;

Perhaps HIS greatest creation,

And most important too;

To stop differentiation.

With the keenness so bright;

Now, telling would be right.

People call it love;

You won’t be so amazed might.

It could be between any relations;

As of parents and child or two lovers.

Whom-so-ever between it originate;

But surely, it makes others ours.

It happens when you could do;

Anything for their smile;

And can’t see them in grief;

Even for a while.

Even being this;

Of many kinds;

Yet done by hearts;

Non-of-them being by minds.

Composed by:-
Shivam Jha

A Day before Christmas

It’s the time of a bright night;

Moon is spreading its light bright;

Busy are people and same for each bus;

 All are engaged, tomorrow is Christmas.

Tomorrow is 25^th of December.

We all should remember;

The importance of the day;

I will be pleased, if I could do so may.

By seeing the badness among people;

God has sent his own son.

Named Jesus, he was very kind;

And was as glorious, as the Sun.

At last, he died; but to us made a graceful guide;

He preached us many useful things;

So, we could become good human beings.

Also, don’t forget to do fun;

As, god also want us;

That we remain happy & celebrate

And make our good habits elevate.

---Shivam Jha***

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

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