Inner beauty- Saikiran Sahu

Oneself is not judged by how one looks,

but the soul with that shines bright.

The skin how may ever it look,

at the end matters how ferocious or delicate it is,

Not the most fanciful but the empirical that stands out

Oneself is not judged by how,

One appeals but the power of will and inner beauty within!

Saikiran Sahu, 
Class-IX
Gyanshree School
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There are Many Dimensions to Every Person - Anvesha Rana

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When we meet a man or a woman

Or it might be a child,

We jump to see what we can

And assume their lives in a way very mild

We don’t think before we speak

For answers that are bleak.

We draw vague conclusions 

And later create fine lines.

We bombard the space

Without knocking on the door.

And then create a false world

Of our own.

We have to be quick and smart.

But where does the subtle man go?

Does he hide in forever, 

Or wait for us to leave?

Well it is not the man held wrong

But our fault till long.

For it was we who did not see his inner beauty,

And decided to name him ugly.

We did not get it then, 

But maybe we do now.

There are multiple dimensions to every person,

Just wait and read 'how'.

Anvesha Rana
Grade 11 || Gyanshree School

Into the Fabric Buzz - Anvesha Rana

As I enter the fabric buzz, 

I look here and there, 

Nothing seems to be

Right enough to wear. 

The colours are strong.

But they do not stand out, 

The lines are long, 

But they only wait for a shout. 

The clothes at the start

Are overflowing with jewels, 

Their colours do not blend, 

Their design is awful, 

Their pattern makes me feel bad

But what can I do?

Yet People look over them. 

As if precious diamonds, 

Yet the mass buys them 

As if a lost treasure, 

And yet all wear them 

As their prized possessions. 

I can’t manage to look.

At such faces, 

Not because I am jealous, 

But it just makes me feel devastated. 

So, I enter deeper into the market, 

Where there is less racket, 

And for the first time, 

I see something I like. 

The clothes at the end

Do not stand out, 

But they make me feel welcome. 

They have just the right. 

Blend of colours yet 

No one there for them, 

They have just the 

Perfect pattern yet 

No one sees them, 

They have just the 

Best design yet 

No one buys them, 

They have just the 

Good inside yet 

No one understands them. 

I like it better here, 

In the end, 

The start is too crowded and painful, 

But the end has no one yet it is oozing 

With Love. 

The Way we see Beauty, 

Is no different from this, 

We like the ones with pretty faces, 

But not the ones with untied laces. 

We seek perfection in looks, 

Not in books. 

Beauty lies within, 

And there is no beauty out, 

When there is no beauty in. 

Anvesha Rana, 

Grade 10-B, 

Gyanshree School.