Solitary in the Garden

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by Zainab Zahra

Solitary in the garden,
The sun glistens from above
Rising eagerly but steadily
Call to wake the Mother Nature up.

Alone in the garden
The breeze begins to whisper
Rustling vibrant leaves
Tossing them hither and thither

As nature flitters in
And starts to sing a song
Bees begin to work
And buzz to sing along

Then flutters a butterfly
Dancing with the wind
Cannot sing as lost her voice
But longs still to join in

Birds wake and glide,
Up above the clouds,
Singing sweet melodious tunes
Flying up and down.

Dew drops sparkle among the plants
And shine like costly gems
Fountain burst with water
And Solitary I am no more.

The New ‘Normal’

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by Elsie

Do you feel like isolation, quarantines, lockdowns are the new normal?
Distancing rules, masks, sanitizer, washing your hands uncountable amounts of times,
It feels normal,
Is just your everyday routine, it’s automatic.

Two meters apart from every person you see,
No greeting friends, Aunties and Uncles, Grandparents the way you’d usually be,
Hugging or kissing – none of all that,
Keep your distance, stay safe, stay back.
Staying at your homes,
Don’t go out unless essential,
Talk to your family and friends all via video call,
Taking up new hobbies,
So much time to spare,
Learning new things, even cutting your own hair!

With shops and businesses all closed up,
You’re working from home,
Drinking tea, cup after cup,
The government setting numerous rules,
Then going onto finding a vaccine,
Hope.

People begin to be injected with the stuff,
Starting with key workers, vulnerable, elderly then young,
It seems to be working,
Lockdown may start to lift,
If all goes to plan we can see who we miss,
Without spreading the virus to the people we love,
As both us and them would have the vaccine,
We’d be immune to the bug.

But if this is ‘normal’ what would it be then?
When we CAN see people,
Meet up with them?
When we CAN go to the shops,
Speak to people once again,
When we CAN go out places,
What did we do then?
What was the ‘old normal’ before all this,
What did we do before this virus exists?
So used to staying at home finding stuff to do,
Forgetting everyday life before hearing the covid news.

Women’s Day (8th March)

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by Harshita Das

The floor is shiny, glossy and clean
So is the kitchen counter and bathroom too
All shoes are polished, parlour’s pristine
Curry’s been made, along with rice and steaming stew

They’ve slaved in factories, they’ve fought in wars
Although history has wronged, misjudged, misled
They’ve touched the moon, they’ll conquer stars
Fought tooth and nails for food they should’ve been fed

Every book I read, every word I swallow
Every second sat studying at school
A product of protests from women, wives and widows
With men’s contributions, kind and cruel

The 21st Century is a good century to be a girl
Though our past of violence mustn’t be forgotten
As history’s hi-jinks continue to unamusingly unfurl
We mustn’t lose the progress which we have gotten

My Academic Paper on Why Exams Ruin Lives

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by Harshita Das

This essay, which is meant to introduce the widespread public
To the problems which are overtly intimate to the student community
Every year, twice, students are overburdened with incredible stress
(Or four times a year – it depends on where you live)
It is a stress which some of you might be going through right now…
Examinations
Which calculate the worth of a student
And their potential for working in a job
Based on their ability to guess MCQ questions
And remember very specific points about the decline of Tsarist Russia
Okay, am I at one hundred words yet?
Can I get an A+ on this academic essay please?

Words

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by Jane Edwards

words: snap them in your bag
swirl them round your head
rinse and spit them out
hold them off and go to bed
‘words’ is just the term
for the things that live inside
they want to escape their nonsensical forms
but are dangerous once alive.
So pick and choose the worthy
discard and forget the glib
spring clean all the dirt
and now they may leave your lip

Sunday

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by Jane Edwards

The plush clouds oozed light
bleeding gold over the land
forcing the people alive
forcing us to stand

Ashes to Ashes

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by Jane Edwards

Dark veins of iron twist, molten
wrap the suffocated jewels of your eyes
clamped in cold

Clod churned and squashed under feet
we don’t outweigh the earth’s soft clay
but wish for the power to grind it all to dust

peel back the layers of fine time
what to you see?
the corners wander for dippers
slip beneath

Change

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by Jane Edwards

spring’s tight buds
unravelled
into sparse blue skies

Racing Cars

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by Jackson

Race cars are cars
They drive and race
in the racecourse in the town
Any three race car drivers win in 1st, 2nd and 3rd
and all didn’t win and its like
V8 supercars and F1 formula.

Music Getaway

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by Lily M

Take your weary mind and ears
And listen a while with me
Under the brown and weathered trees
What a strange life
This has become
Days all bleeding into one
I’m glad it’s almost done
Close your eyes, learn
To breathe a little
Open your eyes and
Leave behind everything