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Expression

Kashmir Pen by Kashmir Pen
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Mama & Baba

Mama and Baba dearest you will always be
Love and care in your eyes I always see
Mama, you are beauty, style and grace
Wear that smile always on your face

Baba, you taught me right and wrong
It’s you who made me strong

Thank you for bringing me up all these years
You taught me how to face fears

I am blessed to have you
I love you and you know it too.

Diyana, 3rd Pink, Roll No. 10

Return my wings to me

Return my wings to me
Let me fly, set me free

Beats are getting slow
I need a home, let me go

World is dark I can’t see
Let the candle delight me

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Lend your ears to the shattered voice
To make it for all a right choice

With a joyful smile and tearful eyes
Can you ever rise?

Maryam Tufail, 12th E

How I made my Snowman

My snowman is like a massive bear
Fall of imaginations and fear

His eyes I from the ash raised
Kids and elders all praised

His limbs I created from twigs
And snatched darkness from many wigs

His nose from my erase I made
For that I once my pocket money paid

Taufeeq Nazir Malla, 8th Red

CHOICES

Cassandra Claire says that “In the end it is all about the choices we make. No matter how hard it was to make, what matters is that you made it”.
Needless to say that choice is our ability to make decisions when we’re presented with a number of options. Choosing is our ability of expressing our perception and ideology. Making choice is the difficult part because it every time involves sacrifice (Yeah! We’re afraid of this world. It haunts most of us because sacrifice comes with pain). When we’re choosing one, we’re giving up another but that’s life. We can’t have everything at our disposal.
We must always remember that making choices are the precious opportunities to celebrate what is special about us humans. The paths you choose influence who you become. We are all confronted by countless choices. Not a day passes without us making a choice.
Now the question that pops in our mind is how do we make good choices, if the decision affects you, the take it yourself or let me rephrase it and say ‘Make your own choices’. Just be true to yourself without thinking what other people want. And the other thing that we all must remember is that never procrastinate your decision making process, hoping for the things to be perfect. It has been rightly said that don’t let the perfect be enemy of good. No matter what your narrative is on where you are from, we all have the power of decision making. Nobody learns to choose; we have this power since the time we enter this world.
Life is just an aggregate of choices. And choosing the right path is always your choice. We are nothing but our choices.

Faarizah 11th E (GVEI)

The life of a child.

That’s just life in it, things will pile up, things will fall down sometimes, it will seem like everything is collapsing around you and all you can do is to sit and watch the things around you shall turn into dirt and it makes the life only dust. Craving a sense of normality, craving a routine amongst the anarchy hoping someone will stretch out their hand in hopes of saving me but no matter how sleep the downward spiral feels like. It is we, who look up and remember that there is a way out.
Rain would never be considered a blessing if it wasn’t for the drought, light would have no value if we don’t spend some time in darkness but it helps to remember that nothing in this world is going to last forever and this life of ours is not permanent. The happiness, sadness, the struggles and the ease, nothing is forever. But, the life is nothing without thorns nothing without loss and gain and nothing without losing hope. Indeed, the brave man is he who faces the repercussions of this depressing life and expresses the sorrows, because it will end you up by keeping in your side only and not sharing. So, let you breathe and focus on achieving peace that lasts for an eternity.

Syed Hazim (11th GVEI)

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