BLESSINGS FOR AN ENGINEERING RACE by ANNIE ZAIDI

(Annie Zaidi is a Delhi-based poet and professional journalist. The poem is reproduced from http://www.pratilipi.in/)

May you not give birth to monsters.
May your children not have the haunchesof a pig.
May your pigs not have hornsfrom highland cows.
May your salmon be wild and your prawns unfarmed.
May your goats be purebred
and your cotton, white gold.
May you bloom and grow
bloom and grow
and may you know when to stop.

I JUST WANT TO BE ME by Nivedita Sonak

Nivdita is a I yr (CS- A & B) student who first read this poem in one of the Pragmatic Communication sessions.

I’m a human being,
Who wants to fly on her own wings,
High, soaring high in the air through the rainbows,
Touching the sky without any fear and foes,
That is why,I want to be me,
Like a bird which is just set free.

Neither I want to be a replica,nor a clone,
To make my stand in this world alone,
My ego is low but dreams high,
With roots deep and fruit ripe,
So,I want to be me,
Like a growing tree.

I know my depth but wish not reveal,
I care not for others as I want myself to feel,
Deep in my thoughts,I explore some faults,
As a personof low stature,but of high cults,
But I want to be me,
Like a flowing sea.

Oh GOD! I want no more,
But just some vigour assured.
A strength to face this world like fire,
Where humanity is coiled up in an ugly attire.
Even then I want to be me,
Away from sins,under thy serenade beam.

At Last Poetry on Freespeech: Maiden With Dreams by Chini Sinha

Chini (she keeps deferring telling the tale behind her name) is a I year CS-AB student who has always done some excellent writing for her assignments. She read this poem, during one of the Pragmatic Communication sessions, in the classroom and we decided instantly that it'd go on Freespeech.

Miles away from the land of life,
Devoid of blooming hours of pride,
Seclusion and solitude, nature and streams,
Lives a maiden with hopes and dreams.

There was a time; she was chirpy and loud,
Modest in expressions, innocent yet proud.
Growing up with values and dignity,
Simplicity her attire, her inner beauty.

As she crossed the thresholds of innocent age,
Harshness and brutality of the world she faced.
Friends unhinged her with false gratitude,
Love she had was never really hers.

She had become blunt and fake,
Disappointed with herself for others sake.
Bewildered and lost, when she was giving up,
An angel of God showed her the sun.

She is now determined to shine one day,
Though alone she walks, she is happy and gay.
Miles away from the land of life,
The maiden with dreams is ready to fly.