The Hindustani Torchbearer

They look ordinary... They lace up the same...But it's not the boots that matter

 Its my  soldier in the  boots,  That means the world to me

                     

                         Dear Soldiers, I start with a plight, to support all of you in every fight.

I see you standing among them all,

All so proud, strong and tall;

The whole world sleeps;

But it's you, peace who keeps.

The world looks forward to you

But doesn't see;

All work you do;

Is to keep us free.

Your life you sacrifice;

Oh! of you it's so nice;

The enemies you fight;

Even in the time of every dim light.

For you it's always country first ,

You don't even dare to quench your thirst;

Standing tough at the border;

Even if it's days , since you've eaten fodder.

Our love for you will always flow,

Even if it's a thing which we never show,

To the country's safety moulders,

I SALUTE OUR SOLDIERS!!!

- Ishita

Getting Lost In A Book...

"That moment when you're reading a book is the moment when the whole world around you does not exist any more."

Generally getting lost isn't a pleasure and leads you to the wrong direction but getting lost in a book gives you all the pleasure you can have and always leads you to the right direction..

There are so many mysteries to unfold;

Before all the secrets are told;

Clutch the book tight to your chest;📖

See the bird,it's dozing in it's nest.

Dreaming of heavy thunders;

With Alice unfold all the wonders;

You have a vast world to explore;

To build the castle on the sea shore.🏰

All evils and witches you have to greet;

With Hogwarts coming for a treat;

Under the cozy blankets you lay;

And spend  the nature's beauty,all today.

Swords are waiting with the shields;⚔

Hoping to see your appearance on the fields;

I've got a room full of treasure;

To spend a time full of leisure.

The feeling of getting lost in a book;

Is really beyond compare;

Don't think which book you took;

Just try if you dare.

You can meet a knight;

Who slays a mighty beast;

Or even a dragon;🐉

Searching furiously for a feast.

A witch that turns all to frogs;🐸🐸

Or Rapunzel in deep stress;

A magical spell;

Or a very serious meeting.

Finding your own enjoyable stories;

They're  things you'll get lost in;

Some might be boring some not;

Enjoy them till the dead end is here;

Or your reading deadline is near.

-ISHITA

IRONICALLY CORRUPTION

''It's not the power that corrupts the people , but the people who corrupt their power.''

India as a country is not totally corruption free but the present day youth has to take a responsibility of challenging the corruption in the future.

When we think,

 About any political tension,

The first thing in our mind',

Is always CORRUPTION,

This epidemical curse,

Spreads in the whole political arena,

Huh!Tried a lot to remove it,

But lost the stamina.

Are we coward?

Are we shy?

Do we care somehow,

Or just don't want to try?

The corruption helps,

To set culprits free,

Blinding the law,

Still quietly we sit and see.

It widens the gap,

Of poor and rich,

Still we continue the same,

Without any hitch.

Money is a virus,

It spreads fatally,

Everyone's stuck in it,

 Without any objection.

This deadly virus is everywhere,

And I truly think this is very unfair,

Come on lets make a difference,

Take a step, to curse it's existence.
-Ishita

The soulful reflection

"If you're searching for a person who'll change your life, look at the mirror.''

The mirror shows you the reflection of your life if you smile at it , it smiles back at you.

Mirror,mirror by the sink;

Tell me what you truly think;

Am I fat or am I thin?

Will I lose or surely win?

Am I short or perhaps too tall?

Are my ears a bit too small?

Is my nose exactly right?

Or it's more than oversize?

Like the snowhite's witch;

I don't want you to lie;

To tell me I'm beautiful;

And then sob,weep and cry.

Mirror,mirror by the sink;

Tell me what you truly think;

Am I weak or super strong?

Are my hair too short,or long?

Am I smart or rather dumb?

Or can you guess what I'll become;

Will I fly with colours many?

Or wont be able to achieve any?

Am I nerdy?Am I cool?

Would you rather call me a fool?

Am I happy?Am I sad?

Do you feel I'm good or bad?

I believe on you,

Tell me what you truly think;

Am I great?or do I stink?

Mirror , mirror by the sink.

-Ishita

La conservation d'eau

We never know the worth of water until the well runs dry, In this century for a single drop each one will cry.

Water is such a resource that is ending rapidly. Each one of us should make it our responsibility to create awareness for saving water.  

The leaky tap drips day and night;🌞🌙

Fix it right or shut it tight;

It seems this earth has water abound;

But each drop really does count.💧

With the poor tap on;

You brush your teeth;

The water flows;

You soap your feet.

Think of the water lost;

To close the tap;

Does it cost?

The water bottle you take to school;🍶

Is always nice, full and cool;

A bit you drink, and rest you throw;

But it could help, a very healthy plant to grow.🌳

Save water;

Do your part;

It's not a game;🎲

Let it always last..

-Ishita

Tactful Aim

A soul without a high aim , is like a ship without a rudder.

We all should have a high and prominent aim so that it drives us to the right destination.

Your jolly aim ;

Is all yours to tame;

Make it full of fame;

Or do you prefer,making it lame?

I wanted to be a pilot when I was small;

My sister says''I'm the best cook of all'';

But when we grow up does it remain the same?

If yes, whose?Give me that name.

When we're in kindergarten;

About every profession we were keen;

But,It all changes;

Once we become a teen.

I was once a police inspector;

Now am known to be an acid-base detector;

Aims keep on developing with time;

Striking your mind like the noise of wind chime.

Your dream and aim;

Is all yours to tame;

Time and tide wait for none;

In this Malthusian world with very high aims;

Come on everybody let us run.

When some one's tiny and makes an aim;

it's just like crossing an obstacle in a game;

No,this isn't a joke anymore;

When tall and high you grow.

Oh!Protect your aim;

With the river it'll flow;

If chasing it everywhere;

You won't go.

Your jolly aim;

Is all yours to tame;

I'll make it full of fame;

And you, is your preference making it lame?

Dishonest Demonetisation

"People who change after the change survive ; People who change with the change succeed; People who cause the change lead ."- PM Modi

This is the change our PM had created on the 8th of Nov. by banning the currency of 500 and 1000 and creating new notes  thus leading the country and taking a step to put corruption to an end.

No notes of black colour;

But activists getting cunner;

Being elected by many many votes;

All by giving illegal notes.

The banning of high currency;

Yes!It's a matter of  urgency;

Our PM comes with his royal walk;

Banning the notes when 12 struck the clock.

This moment was a shock;

And became a matter for everyone to talk;

Have you any black money?

Or do you think this news is funny?

After this decision;

The government had a large vision;

Standing in the banks long queue;

Is any one of them you?

Thousands of corrupts caught;

See the number;

Quite a lot.

-Ishita

The Illegal toil!

"Support and protect the future pillars of our nation; You're blocking their way to reach  their destination."

Childhood for enjoyment;

  And also for playing;

  Why crush their lives; 

  Under your feeling less feet.

They're small;

Meant to play with a ball;⚽

For going to school;

They shouldn't be fighting for everyday food.🍲

 Don't give them a single tear,😭

Cause it'll soon turn into a great fear;

They're not for earning money;💰

Spoiling their childhood as sweet as honey.

They have to polish shoes;👞

Even after so much refuse;

They also wash utensils;

And work for the whole day in the mills.

They have to work all day;

Just to get their daily pay;💸

No one thinks they're worth giving;

But it's arduous for them to earn a decent living.

Why don't they smile and laugh;

If we can?

Just because they're born in families;

Of some poor man...

STOP CHILD LABOUR;

No more mournful sighs;

I see all innocent faces;

Along with their sparkling eyes.👀

Tear filled eyes scan garbage;

In search of cans and food;

So sad , these eyes never saw;

Playgrounds of the school.

These hands only know;

How to clean and scrub;

And not to write and draw;

Oh!what sorrowful sights.

Hey, haters of childhood;

don't be so rude;

Never give them hammers;🔨

They're meant for pens and papers.✐

-ISHITA

Les couleurs de la vie!

                                                 COLOURS OF LIFE💦

My life, was dull before;
But now there are colours galore;
New colours came to play;
And brightined up my day.


The blacks and whites;♥♡
Oh!What a lovely sight;
But they are colours of the night;
And so are very polite.

As I see different colour shades;
They add colour to all 365 days;
My old life I hated;
But now a new world colours have created.

Red is the colour;💕
Coming out of my heart;
Blue is the sadness;💙
Dripping from my eyes.


Shades of green;💚
Add jealousy and rage;
Grey are the hair;
That come with old age.

Purple is the colour;💜
Always misunderstood;
But white is the colour;
That always makes us feel good.



Added by the colours is a spice;
Which for me are very nice;
Colours of my life shine aglow;
My feelings will always flow.
- Ishita

MY GUITAR : the alleviate!

                                          🎸Guitar....

"My Guitar is not a thing , It is an extension of myself, It is who i am"

That very famous line;

Of 'Summer of 69';

The first real six string;

Which he played tring tring tring.🎶

That Jumping and popping of notes;

Come to me as worthy quotes;

Play me first the higher one says;

Then all of them,get jumbled in a maze.

The acoustic one I have,

Its work is happiness to gather,

But the shiny electric  one;

I prefer rather.

Music is a flow of emotions;😀😊😔😕😠 

To play an instrument, 

Is a godly notion,

It fly's to everyone as a scent;

And this one no one would lend.

That's all for today;

What I have to weave;

And for now I take a leave.

-Ishita