Your life is tough,
This line is rough,
You won’t get results so soon,
But later you will start to bloom,
Your value will be temporary,
Once you will have a loss,
Everyone’s acknowledgement will fade away,
And your appreciation will go for a toss.
The time you start looking for fame,
You will lose the focus on your game,
Your determination maybe lost,
The only thing left with you will be the frozen frost.
You will have to work hard again,
And believe me your effort won’t go in vain,
If your thoughts are not wrong,
I am sure you will be a sportsman very strong.
Brings happiness on my face,
It fills colors in the,
Dullest of days.
Can not be seen,
But is visible,
In my every dream.
Makes me smile,
It makes me forget,
All the sorrows in my life.
Are my parents,
Who taught me not to show fear,
And told me that,
I could achieve anything If,
My determination was right here.
She was walking nonchalantly in the attic of the Karnataka museum.It was the first time I had gone out without my parents.I had decided to visit the most famous Karnataka museum.I entered the museum to hear 1980’s songs but no one around.Roaming here and there I finally entered the attic.As soon as I stepped inside the door automatically closed.My eyes now reached onto a swing where a very beautiful lady was sitting.I asked her name,when she loftily replied,saying Madhubala.
I was interested in art so I started looking at the paintings on the wall. The painting I liked was of a adorable woman who was wearing a garland.I asked Madhubala who the lady was was,when she replied in whispers that the woman was none other than herself.Without anymore thinking I left the area as soon as it was possible but it was my bad luck that I collapsed.
The next moment I opened my eyes,I found myself in my bedroom but this was no dream because the garland in my hand reminded me what had happened.I wasted no time and searched about the Karnataka museum,when I got to know that it was a haunted place and the experience I had ,was faced by many more people who went there.
We love you a lot,
When we are small,
Our life here bounces with excitement like a ball.
You’re the best,
When we are in first,
Our teacher’s treat us like a special guest.
You now become a strain,
When we are in sixth,
The exams make our stamina drain.
This year is very hard,
When are in twelfth,
The boards make our life a hazard.