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Radhika Mitra's

Love hate,

The line is blurred

One becomes the other

Changing quickly in the blink of 

An eye.

Swarnima Dalmia's

The flames,

Burning higher,

Just like one heart's desire,

Raging up to show its power,

That's fire.

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Nandini Agarwal's

Glee she felt as she opened the small red wrapped box with a smile

It brought her joy beneath the Christmas tree as she held a glass doll so fragile

For she realized years later that it was not Santa who left her a bundle of joy

This was her parents, giving like any other, always trying to give her her favourite toy.

Anjika Fatehpuria

Round red drops of pearl,

Hanging from the branches,

Making me euphoric.

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Vaishnavi Jalan's

Persevere, for they will fall one day

Revolutionize the world, for it all starts with you

Ignite awareness, for others fighting battles

Dance, for being happy and yourself

Educate, for acceptance and equality

Sameeha's

Solitude is an exquisite feeling,

Often not offered to us, but very appealing.

Likely found in the stars of the milky way, 

If not, then in the perpetual sky we see everyday.

Too good to let go for wanted company,

Usually for those who want something extraordinary.

Designed to heal, enhance and augment,

Elementarily available for making the mortal excellent.

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Oishi Das'

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In the hands of societal norms, I lay,

New inventions, rulers, Invaders and wars step on me,

Depending on my strength many survive and many disintegrate,

Every now and then I am disregarded, abandoned and used,

Poets consider me as Holy as the Bible but my relatives never did,

Exquisite colours describe me so does my blood and rights,

Now I wish for some hope, some respect,

Dignity lies in one's hand but mine was snatched and thrown,

Elevate your house, your Living standards but not your thoughts?

Now Or never I shall rise forever,

Call me a girl, a woman or a mother but not someone inferior!

Everyone has it, even I have it and I shall always give it.

Srishti Chowdhury's

Am I to be blamed for my parents' absence?

Do I not long for their presence?

Oh! A family! A home!

Please do not leave me alone.

Tangled in my mind, my heart and soul, 

Insensitivity greets me at my door. 

Oh! A family, a home!

No, do not leave me alone.

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