EDITORIAL

THE CREATIVE CORNER team proudly presents a 'Poetry Special' for its 6th publication. A collection of poems from budding artists have been displayed on a variety of topics. From verses dedicated to loved ones to satirical poems, we hope our collection inspires you!

We thank all our contributors and look forward to even heartier responses in the upcoming editions.

Shivani Naik

Editor

TO THE ONES I LOVE

The ones I love are many indeed.

The ones I love are like flowers bright.

The ones I love are gifts eternal.

The ones I love have shared their light.

The ones I love are a part of me.

The ones I love I've shared my heart.

The ones I love have heard my story.

The ones I love have felt my pain.

The ones I love have shed their sorrows.

The ones I love have told their fears.

The ones I love held me closely.

The ones I love have dried their tears.

The ones I love have brought me courage.

The ones I love have brought me peace.

The ones I love have given me hope.

The ones I love have assured me his love will never cease.

Oh! I can't get all my words into a sentence.

And I can't neatly package all they mean.

For lines of words could never catch completely.

All that they mean to me.

 K.U. Hima Mahesh

THANK YOU LORD

Thank you O Lord your love is boundless.

Thank you your presence is our peace.

Thank you O Lord for so much goodness.

Thank you for your mercies never cease.

Thank you for giving us this moment.

Thank you for every joy we share.

Thank you for all our friends.

Thank you for those who love and care.

Thank you for the knowledge.

Thank you for the gift to voice it.

Thank you for bringing us together.

Thank you for keeping us together.

K.U. Hima Mahesh

I BSc 'H'

MY PAINFUL STORY

I walk on the road, I get stared

I speak to a boy and soon I get paired;

I wear or do something funny, and I get glared,

I'm asked to be bold but then I'm made to feel scared

Gone are those days when I was respected by all

In school, college, in a market or in a cinema hall

They talk of equal laws for both man and woman

But still they are brutal and treat us like a hen.

I'm questioned by them when I return home late

As the clock strikes 6 they are quick to close the gate;

Rules and more rules, all! Of these, only for us!

This is what makes me sad and this what I hate!

I question you, O man, where is your humanity

Is it that you have just lust? And brutality?

I challenge you O man, that I shall regain my power,

Be it all praises or complete respect, from everywhere they shall shower.

Pooja Sharma K.

III BA

WATCHING CLOUDS

I like to look up

at the sky

and watch the clouds

go sliding by.

I like to see them

large and small

I like to sit on them.

I like when they are dark

before rain begins

to pour and pour

and I like to see them

shaped like faces

or maps of many

different places...

Akhila

III BSc I

WHO IS SHE

When I'm sad,

she feels bad.

She hates my cry

she always wants me to fly.

She is always there with me,

any guesses who is she?

She is a friendly soul

she helps me set my goal

She never makes me feel alone,

she wants me to be happy like I have seen a clown.

She is like a doctor, all mine

who soothes all my pain

Would you like to know who is she?

She is the goddess of love to me

who makes all dishes yummy,

SHE IS MY DARLING MUMMY...

Akhila

III BSc

GHOST

There is a ghost in my room
very mean and naughty,
who drinks up my bottle of mango frooti!
When I woke up one day to brush my teeth
I saw my mother standing by me with a stick
The ghost had eaten all the chocolates
and she thought it was me!
She chased me - so I ran and ran and ran
and climbed up a tree where I saw

A ghost laughing at me...

Akhila

III BSc I

MOTHER

I love my mother more than

    all in the family.

All my doubts she clears

  and wipes away my tears

When I'm hurt she wipes my tears

when I'm sad she spreads my cheers.

She taught me how to spell

  and held me when I fell.

She teaches me well

  her voice is like a tinkling bell.

Akhila

III BSc I