Forests

With all it's beauty and all it's might,

It makes up for an astounding sight.

We need to stop exploiting it please,

So we can rest under the canopy of trees.

It is a place for shelter,

A provider of food,

Us humans to it, can be sometimes so rude.

It has it's own aura,

It is engulfed in peace,

Only to be disturbed by the buzzing of bees.

The chirping of birds,

The clattering of leaves,

In a corner, a spider weaves.

At night, the owl hoots,

The snake hisses,

While ants go on exploring the underground riches.

Life in a forest goes round and round,

It's scenic beauty holds everyone spellbound.

rohan sehgal

22.04.2013

Passion....

I once gave up my passion,
I made a mistake,
I started following dreams which were fake.
I forgot what was important,
I did not realize,
What I was doing was full of lies.
My passion was stuck in a nook of my brain, 
I wasn't able to find it and I was going insane.

Once I had found it, I didn't let it go,
I held onto it in my highs and lows.
My passion to me was what ice cream is to a child,
It was irresistible and it made me wild.
It made me confident,
I held my head high,
Without it, It felt like I had dropped out of the sky.
I follow my passion,
I go to wherever it leads,
My passion is enough to fulfill my needs.


Rohan Sehgal
april, 16, 2013

Winter Days

In the morning cold,
I wake up for school in despair,
Shivering in the room and combing my hair.
I look out the window,
nothing I see,
nothing but the faint shadow of the banyan tree.
everything is engulfed in the morning mist,
I pull my sweater upto my fist.
The only warmth I get is from my heart that beats,
constantly, in a rhythm and keeps me adrift.
I walk down the stairs in utter pain,
wondering if the school had gone insane.
Troubling young kids on winter days,
"It's all for own benefit", my mother says.
I keep my head down,
I go to school,
Wondering If I just had been made a fool.
My friends and I, sit in the horrible state.
In pain, sorrow and despair.
Coming to school on winter mornings.
We all completely hate.

A Ray of Hope

In a country laden with poverty, violence and corruption,
people distraught, fighting to survive,
Festivals lighten the mood and help us revive.

When we open our newspapers in the morning,
Scams, murders and what all cover the pages.
People feel the country has no scope,
But we strong Indians live on hope.

We live in a country with a strong heritage,
To be a part of it, is a great privilege and
each festival brings love, prosperity and joy,
People unite to celebrate and enjoy.

Be it Christmas, Diwali or Eid,
The enthusiasm we Indians show is unmatched indeed.
Forever these festivals live,
Warmth to the poor and lonely they give.

They brighten up the world,
make it a happier place,
they help bring back a smile to the face.

2012 : The Beginning of the End

The Mayans predicted the last day of Earth,
It has been 4.5 billion years since its birth.
It has come time for famine to strike,
Prices of food to hike and deaths alike.
Global warming may have played its part,
We had a chance to stop it before it had start.
We had it coming for us,
Destruction will spread like a virus.
Earthquakes and volcanoes will change the shape of the crust,
Tsunami's will rise and all mankind would be swept from the face of the earth.

This is what they "predicted" so let's hope this is not the case,
We should take this as a warning and start from the base.
We should stop the wars for the sake of the future,
Rather than wasting resources,
We should start to nurture.

Expressions Of a Teenager

We learn from our elders,
We follow their path,
They teach us things more important than English, History or Math.
We mean no harm,but only good,
We try to be the best in the neighbourhood.
We develop new ideas and wonderful thoughts,
Because noone wants to live a life full of naughts.
We want to have fun and help each other out,
Work, fun and integrity is what we are all about.
We make new friends,we create new trends.
We wait for our turn,
We all came here to learn.
We want to stand out in the crowd,
As we want our parents to feel proud.
With the right guidance,
We will cover the distance,
And we will make a difference.

story of pandora

It was during the ancient times,

When two brothers committed a crime.

Their names were Epi and Prom,

They were both two ticking bombs.

Prom stole fire from a city in Greece.

The king of gods, Zeus, could'nt sit in peace.

He sent a girl named Pandora down to earth,

where she gave both love and evil birth.

She was sent on earth with a box,

On it was just one lock.

She opened it with a curious mind,

The lid of the box which kept evil bind,

Out came terrible buzzing flies,

She could'nt get rid of them in a thousand tries.

At last they disappeared,

Then came the fly of hope and wiped the tears.

Rohan Sehgal