Tiranga in the Sky
By Amanah Imtiaz Kazi 8F
I see you, India bold and bright,
In every spark of morning light.
Not just in books or words we say,
But in our hearts, you live each day.
You're more than stories we were told,
Of battles fought and courage bold.
You rise with dreams in every face,
With every fight for truth and grace.
You’re farmers up before the sun,
And coders working till the day is done.
You’re crafted hands, you’re skies explored
You’re roots and wings, both deeply stored.
You wear your scars without regret,
Each one a mark we won’t forget.
You fall, you rise, you learn, you grow
You lead us more than you may know.
You’re not just flags that paint the skies,
You’re in the dreams that never die.
In hands that build, in minds that strive,
In every hope that keeps us alive.
So here’s to you my heart, my land,
A thousand souls, a single stand.
Tiranga flies, and so do we,
Forever strong. Forever free.
Categories:
coders, 8th grade, angel, art,
Form: Rhyme
Dark Night Warrior
Imagine a world where darkness reigns supreme, and the sun itself coders behinds clouds of despair.
Within this realm, a lonely soul seeks solace in the arms of another, only to find his path blocked by a unseen adversary.
Yet amidst the gloom, glimmers of hope flicker like distant star. Can this lost soul find the strength to confront the demons that haunts him?
Through his travels he remind himself, must remember that true love, like a Phoenix rising from the ashes, cannot be extinguished by mere darkness alone.The flame that burns within us all may flicker and waver, but never truly dies. At times, we find ourselves confronted by seemingly insurmountable obstacles that threatens to snuff out our very light within.
Categories:
coders, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
The good fortune guaranteed luck
Ferried in the same heads that slacken
When the Professional heads became slain
Under the demands of the ego nice
The society's pin knitting downwards
The base pointing the Potter's Port
With the man-eater man carrying the fragile
Unable to care from degreed spare sprees
The natural law bend to salvage malice
The well to adapt wiped by demigods
Of inferiority unprocedural spice
Unfit but the confronting world dice.
Emerge environmental mental backdrop
Diverting leadership vacuum ensues
Try and error back through the average
For the top elite launched to rot stews
Human creations outwit man in subversion
Unable to enable order in special coders
And later attempt to sweep with dirt
For emerging brooms swept more
May the worst touch not the best
For the rotten kills the strongest
The base down the beautiful vase
Fair games played for the rest.
Categories:
coders, city, conflict, desire, discrimination,
Form: Rhyme