In the dim-lit room, by Dhruv Bharadwaj
In the dim-lit room, I gamed away,
Mom burst in, temper astray.
“Monsters and quests, in this digital haze?
Enough! Come out, and end your daze!”
A scowl on her face, a thunderous frown,
I paused the game, feeling my heart pound.
“Enough of pixels, and virtual delight,
Reality’s here, and it’s time for a fight!”
She sighed in frustration, a mom’s stern call,
“No more gaming, it’s time to enthrall.
Chores and duties, in the real world you’ll face,
Put that controller down, leave the virtual space!”
DHRUV BHARDWAJ
IX A
Changes are mandatory by Sejal Dabas
I am not the same person
I was last year
Or the year before
And while that might seem scary
Because people stoped recognizing me
For who I once was.
I remember that
Who I am changing into now
Is someone I always dreamed of.
Poem by Sejal Dabas
IX-A
Posters on G 20 Summit by Skarma XII and Phunchok Norbu XII School Calendar A
