Poor mother earth
Who gave us birth

Is now on her way to destruction,
Choking on smoke & grim pollution.

Poor mother earth,
Who gave us water, air.

Food & the benevolent sun,
Is now under the burden of over construction.

Poor mother earth,
Who quenches our thrust.

Is now shrouded with gun powder,
& is going to bust.

Poor mother earth,
Who gave us life, is now going to die.

Because we are not showing any care,
& welcoming the dooms day to appear.

The only way to save our earth is compromise,
But when will that day come,

WHEN WILL WE REALIZE?

~Bunty

When a man
Lies in his grave
And sleeps in his
Mother's arms.
With the blanket
Of the vast sky over him.
Unaware of the world outside.
Unaware of the,
Human Savage behaviour.
He sleeps in his grave,
And the nightingale,
And the animals and nature
Sing for him.
The melody of the song,
That touches his heart
And comforts his soul
Decays with him
As time passes by.

~Bunty

Dreams of the millions,

Among the trees I grew up,
Unknown the decades has passed,
Going up the stairs was just a game,
Now standing at the top, I feel scared,
One more step I"ll be alone,
Nobody to share my joys & sorrows,
No one to care for my feelings,
In the world of complete strangers,
These thoughts with me day & night,
I have become so big instantly,
That many things rely on my hands-
My career, my future, & things I never thought of,
I wish there was some other way.
That I could get back.
I wish I had a choice to take my friend along,
I wish I was a kid,
I wish I could I stay hare
Among my friends & teachers,
Among these trees & buildings.
----forever---forever---

Dedicated to My School
Army School Ranikhet
~Bunty

Kisi ko apna samaj kar,
Jab har raah me saat diya hoga,
Unn parindo ko saat udte dek kar,
Kabhi sher ko b mahasus hua hoga........

Bhadhaye jab samne dekh kar,
Saathiyo ne apna muh moda hoga,
Tab sher ne b un parindo ko dek,
Soch kar phir hasa hoga......

Aisi logo ki kya zarurat,
Mushkil me saat dete nahi,
Bhed bakariyo jaisa jhund,
Bankar bas reh jaate hai sahi.......

Apna sa bankar ye,
sab ko yakeen dilate hai,
Phir bas kabhi unko, ham,
yaad hi nahi aate hai.......

Saat nibane ki baat kehekar,
Yakeen jab meine kiya,
Tabi me un bhed bakriyo ke,
Jhund mein me shamil hua:-D

~Shyam K C

Leaders of today's nation,

Cunning and shrewd, people are they,

Never let others to come and stray,

Publishing everything for their name and fame,

It is their work, why doing the same?

Join hands with the people, whom they want,

Pulling their legs, after fulfilling their want,

They bend and break rules, whenever they want,

Never get caught, even if we want.

Tap at each and every opportunity they get,

Can do anything until their wishes are met,

Making policies is just an eye-wash,

To hide their money and make us white-washed.

Even if we think, they aren't capable,

Then your judging skills, isn't that able,

When they are going to change, from mean and crook way,

It is the time, which is going to say!!!!! 

~ K.c. Shyam

'P' for power plants
& power plants for pollution.
'P' for polythene
& polythene for pollution.
'P' for population
& population for pollution.
But when 'P' is plantation
it is always a solution.


~Bunty

The place where I learn & enjoy.
& hardly come against the word annoy,
The place where I spend my most of the time,
To the school, where periodically the bells chime,
The place where I learned values which are precious & good.
Is the lovely school situated amidst the woods.
There are teachers to encourage me when I fall.
& to give me the knowledge of things, great & small.
The place where the students abide by the rules,
Its my school "ARMY SCHOOL".


Dedicated to ARMY SCHOOL RANIKHET
~Bunty

It was one of those hectic days,
When suddenly a sight drew my attention,
I saw a little boy sitting alone looking anything but gay.
She sat on the pavement, alone in the abyss of dismay.
His eyes with tears somehow controlled, revealed the pain in him untold.
He stared at me & then at the sky, as if questioning the Almighty why-
his father was killed in the bridge collapsed, his mother died with a broken heart,
he was left in the world mean & brutal, deprived of food, clothes & shelter.
A tear rolled down his cheek,
wiping it with his dirty sleeve,
He didn't know why he was there?
Why the Just & kind god to him was unfair?
Why the almighty who loved all, made pain his lot?
& left him to suffer, dejected & ignored?
His plight left equality, justice & human right questioned.
And left me wondering whether it was his misfortune or the end of the civilization?

~Bunty