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MINDSPACE

                                                                                                                                                                                   W O RD FA CT O R Y
                                                                                                                                                   THE SHELL

                                                                                                I WONDER
                                                                                                                                               And then I pressed my shell,
                                                                                                                                                      Close to my ear,
                                                                                  I wonder why the grass is green,                                   And listened well,
                                                                                 And why the mind is never seen?
                                                                                                                                                And straightway like a bell,
                                                                                                                                                     Come low & clear,
                                                                           Who taught the birds to build the nest?                        The slow sad murmur of distant seas,
                                                                               And told the trees to take the rest?
                                                                                                                                                Whipped by an icy breeze
                                                                                                                                                       Upon a shore,
                                                                           Oh, when the moon is not quite round,                                  Wind swept & desolate,
                                                                             Where can the missing bit be found?
                                                                                                                                         It was a sunless strand that never bare,
                                                                                                                                                  The footprint of a man,
                                                                             Who lights the stars, when they blow                                   Nor felt the weight,
                                                                                                                out,                                 Since time began,
                                                                              And makes the lightning flash alert?
                                                                                                                                               Of any human quality or stir,
                                                                                                                                       Save what the dreamy winds & waves incur,
                                                                               Who paints the rainbow in the sky?                        And in the hush of water was the sound,
                                                                              And hangs the fluffy clouds so high?
                                                                                                                                                 Of pebble rolling around,
                                                                                                                                          For ever rolling with the hollow sound,
                                                                                   Why is it now, do you suppose,                       And bubbling sea weeds as the waters go,
                                                                              That Dad won’t tell me, if he knows?                                   Swish to & from,
                                                          Ankita More                                                                               There was no day,
                                                          F.Y.B.Com(C)                                                                            Nor ever came a night,
                                                                                                                                                   Setting the star alight,
        FIRST STEP                                                                                                                                To wonder at the moon,
                                                                                                                                          Was sunlight only & frightened croon?

        In the journey of life if you find yourself lagging                                                                             Smitten to whimpers, of the dreamy winds,
        your destination                                                                                                                     And waves that journeyed blind,
        Not within your reach, you can’t find a way out,                                                                                         And then I loose my ear,                                          Linson Matthews
        when the fear of defeat                                                                                                                  Oh, it was sweet to hear,                                         F.Y.B.Com (C)
        Haunts you or fear hinders your way then take a                                                                                     A cart goes jolting down the street.
        deep breath, take hold of your courage
        And leaving behind all your doubts take that first
        step, and see                                                                                                                                                                                                        Friendship
        Eventually  the  queues  will  part,  hold  on  to  your
        patience and see                                                                                                                                                                                    1+1 is Two, My friendship is True,
        The answers to everything comes to those who                                                                                                                                                       2+2 is Four, My friendship is more,
        have faith in themselves                                                                                                                                                                              3+3 is Six, My friendship is Fix,
        Everyone will reciprocate; you just need to extend                                                                                                                                                4+4 is Eight, My friendship is Great
        that hand of friendship with courage.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Rose is famous for Grace
        You can conquer every fight; throw away the veil                                                                                                                                                         ‘Advocate is famous for case
        you’re hiding,                                                                                                                                                                                               Horse is famous for race
        Anything is possible in this universe just take that                                                                                                                                                  But smile is famous for our face
        first step.                                                            Ankita Pandey
                                                                               S.Y.B.Com (B)
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Pavitra Gundeti
                                                                                                                                                                                                                          F.Y.B.A.F.

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