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ALIGANJ CAMPUS I ALIGANJ CAMPUS I

Journey of Life First Day

Dancing with the wind on a fruitful tree, The first day of school is the reason why,
With friends like flies, fruits and bees, But children are happy and then some cry.
Is a falling leaf with hopes in heart? The first day of school can be a fear,
Experiencing life on being set free. For our little ones that are so dear.
Looking forward to a journey with dreams so bright, Often they go holding Mom's hand,
With agitation and fear at every sight,
But they would rather be playing in the sand.
Uncertain of the turns these paths might take,
With eyes so wide they look around,
It keeps on swaying from left to right.
Leaving behind all it had in past, But their focus is on the playground. Aadvik Sharma, KG F Aditya Singh, I B Aliza Khan, KG E
Seeing new places, a world so vast, The teacher approaches with a smile,
Decision and planning, all by itself, And she welcomes the little ones with style.
It joins the flowing river at last. There are a lot of kids in the room
It meets stones and ripples on the way, Dressed in new clothes and oh! So groomed.
Hindrances, obstacles, barriers - they say,
Garv Rastogi, V F
With a sense of freedom and eagerness,
It keeps moving all through the day. She
When all at once it starts to descend,
She cries tears of blood every night,
It seems as if it's just dead end,
She wakes up to a new nightmare every day.
Comes a waterfall, hits rock bottom,
She was cut down every time she wanted to grow,
But stops not, own way it wends.
She was questioned every time something new she wanted
Finally it is the ocean it reaches, Atharv Pandey, KG G
to know. Aarvi Saxena, KG A Advik Prajapati, KG I Ashaaz, I E
After learning all lessons that the path teaches,

Cool breeze, birds chirping, cheerful sunshine, She can feel the wet eyelashes,
Such is the 'Journey of Life.' And the silence in the night crashes.
Ishita Yashi Pandey, X F
She hid the ocean in her eyes,
When everyone thought her truth to be nothing but lies.
Eudaimonia
She still wonders where it went wrong,
Sunshine falling on a sweet small seed Did she isolate herself for too long?
Isn't it pretty if it ain’t just weed. Or was it all in her fate?
Elysian little flower blooms dressed in scarlet red She is the person she used to hate.
Can’t we just take care of it?
Anshuman Singh, I Ashwika Pandey, KG F Virat Kaushal, I-I Aarvi Saxena, KG A
She keeps herself busy these days,
The mesmerizing Wisteria,
Which hangs on the trees with euphoria. Afraid to again drown in those ways.
The elegant orchid, To socialise herself,
Which is never forbid. She realised she never needed someone else's help.
The radiant dahlia,
Blooms on streets of El Salvador. She is no longer having the same fears,
The ravishing bleeding hearts To be alone is not the reason behind her tears.
Nature created such an art. She has a glow of faded originality,
And she no longer escapes reality.
Seeing the garden full of poppies and dandelions,
How I wished I could stay there all the time She is no longer the same,
Can’t we just take care of it and don’t quit. She is not writing pages in the story that are lame.
She is no longer afraid of pain, Anshuman Singh, I Mohisha Mishra, I J Sanskriti Tiwari, KG G Ojaswi Anuragi, KG B
Riya Agnihotri, IX I She knows she will be better again.
Pragya Singh, IX E

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