Forgiven and Forgotten
Sara Javed | Class VII-Red | Beaconhouse Walton Campus
Humans are like that-filled with hatred, spite and jealousy,
Molded creatures that would neither love nor let anyone rest in peace,
They would neither forgive, nor forget in their lives or after that,
They would never care - they would never see,
Mist has clouded their eyes, a cloak of darkness bestowed upon their souls,
But I would be different-not like them.

I would forgive and forget,
Tear away that cloak; make the mist fade away,
'Tis true I have been shattered and battered,
The pieces of my soul have been sprinkled,
'Tis true that I held someone's picture,
In the utmost centre of my forlorn heart,
Your betrayal clothed my soul in a somber cloth,
Like a nightingale that sits upon the edge of eternity,
Singing songs of long forgotten merriment
But I will live on.

But I will keep walking on the tiring path of life,
I will forgive and forget.
Stinging Nettles
Sara Javed | Class VII-Red | Beaconhouse Walton Campus
I shut my eye and I smile,
As my imagination takes over my instincts,
I smile gladly as I open my eyes - a bit hesitant.

And see a large, open ground in front of me,
With flowers and grass waving merrily in the breeze
I kick of my sandals in pure delight,
And run along bare footed but glad,
The nettles sting my feet, and I give a cry,
As the stinging nettles make my feet bleed,
And the pain is too much for me to bear as I weep.

I come back to my poor senses,
As I walk upon the bed of glass,
And it pierces my feet
I scream in utmost agony and misery.
The First Sunrise of New Year
Sara Javed | Class VII-Red | Beaconhouse Walton Campus
The warm mellow scent of Mocha,
Cascades in my room in spirals,
The mist rising from the mug,
Kissing my lips softly, sweetly
Just like the fog,
That kisses the vibrant sun,
Like a mother kisses a newborn,
The first sunrise of the New Year,
And the moon maiden of the previous year,
Wafting away from its love; so glum
The sky engulfs them both in its embrace,
As the sun dies each night for the moon,
To become alive
Isn't it a splendorous beginning?
To a wonderful new year
A time to forgive and forget,
And embrace yourself,
For what you are

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