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DO NOT GIVE UP IN YOUR LIFE

          Failure is not the end; it’s the beginning of a stronger and braver version of you.
          Don’t ever think, “I cannot do it.” Instead, think, “I can do it.”
          Always have faith in yourself and never give up.

          For example, when you are in a competition and pause in between, do not give up. Keep saying to
          yourself, “I will do it – definitely in the next class!”

          It happened to me when I was in Class IV and I paused in between, but I never gave up.
          And now, in Class V, I secured the first position!
          So, you should never give up in life, because when you do, you lose faith in yourself and may not even try
          again.
          Never give up, and if you keep going, you will definitely achieve your goal.
          So, never ever give up in your life!

                                                    By: Anant Yadav
                                                        V A, 6873


                                     THE COLOUR OF HYPOCRISY



             They worship Krishna, dark as night,             But those with hues of earth and sun
             A god of beauty, strength, and light.            Are marked as lesser, made to run.
             His skin, like dust—so rich, so deep,            They sing of Krishna, full of pride,

             A love so pure, it makes hearts leap.            But mock the ones who cannot hide
             Yet in the streets, they judge and sneer         The colour of their skin, their soul,
             At those whose skin is dark, sincere.            As if it's something they control.
             They say that fair is pure, divine,              In temples, they bow, they sing his name,

             While darkness is something to malign.           But in the world, they play the game
             The lighter skin is seen as grace—               Where dark is wrong and light is right—
             A beauty to admire, embrace.                     A twisted truth that dims the light.


                                                         By: Gargi
                                                          XI A, 5222

                                               THE CURSE, CAST



          The curse, cast,                Now the pen                       Passed as if a wedding vow,
          The curtains drawn,             Falls on me —                     Culminating from stern to bow.

          The cachet nailed               No pride, no harm,                The vacancy pierces,
          Six feet below,                 No phoney false alarm.            And the memories linger —
          Lying upon the lowlands         Eighteen, clumsy and shy,         Thoughts which are nothing but
          Of your author                  My prejudice and I,               A riddle and a prayer.
          Who can no longer prophesy.
                                                   By: C. Lalruatkima
                                                       XII D, 7557

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