Creation in Verse - Arjun Mitra

'The Hills' by Arjun Mitra

​"As the hills began to fade,

and the fog created the haze;

The cold began to creep,

And the pain started to seep;

I realized the beauty,

Of all that I couldn't see.

You see, 

The pain is blinding,

And for everyday I spent pining,

The all consuming darkness,

Devoured the brightness;

You only miss the light when it's gone,

Thus began my fight to undo my wrong.

The clean air;

Made me realise,

That my eyes were blinded;

All the sadness was something I did,

I started to reveal all that I hid.

The thing is,

Only when you see your sadness,

Can you begin to find happiness;

Forget the issues,

Stop being a recluse,

And just begin anew.

The truth;

You create your pain,

You build your hell;

So break the walls,

And breathe the air;

See the view from the top of the hill,

Your issues are as small as a pill."

Creation in Verse - Shreshtha Sharma

The Anatomy of a Child Soldier

by Shreshtha Sharma

They ask me to talk about myself and I say, here you just keep your head low and you pray

Because my shoes are too big for my feet to fit in, as I march every morning with a new war to win

Because my flesh and bones are nearly the same, and I feel like a small pawn in a crazy, complicated game

Because the inside of my cheek bleeds when I bite it, for you don't say what you want, you just learn to fight it

Because you could count my ribs with a finger if you had to, and I look so tiny, it's like I never really grew 

Because my stomach, you see, hasn't had much work to do, between guns and abuse, there wasn't much to chew 

Because I have blood so thick and red stuck in my nails, every time I try to scrub it out, it's like a bird tied with a chain 

Because I have wrinkles that I shouldn't have slapped onto my skin, and an ugly battle scar on the right side of my chin

Because my eyes, they used to be alive, a warm shade of brown, but now the colour might as well be just another noun 

Because there really are no monsters under the bed, no, their true location is right here inside my head 

Because the concept of reaching out or crying is quite foreign, you just keep it inside no matter what the torment 

Because it doesn't matter if you call it post traumatic stress, fact is, I held a knife to a man's heart and dug in, I confess 

Because I wish, I truly wish, that I could say that the world is better and bolder, but some scared, little part of me will always be a child soldier.

Creation in Verse - Udaijit Wahi

Life by Udaijit Wahi

Life is like a box of chocolates
you don't know if you'll get white or brown
it has its ups and its downs
but one should never frown.

Life's a long journey, Life's a long road
for some it's fast, for some it's slow
some take the road that's taken so often
Some go down the path less trodden.
Our destination is a greater place than we know,
for life's is a brief pause on the way to eternity
Our ways are different though we're one fraternity.
We all were meant to take different ways
and learn some things
as no one can forever stay.
We have to be ready for what the future brings.

Life is a story.

What is yours about?
Is it filled with glory
or is it filled with doubt?

Whatever life is, we must

Listen to the words of the wise-
'We only fall so that we can rise.'

More Than Just Maths

Dear Children,

Here are a few articles for you to read about why Mathematics can't contend for the Nobel Prize and about a Vietnamese Fields medal winner.

Article in Hindustan Times

A Vietnamese Fields medal winner

Hope you enjoy them.

Regards,
Tanvi Ma'am