Award Winning Poems
First All-India Poetry Competition Among School Children
J.P.Das was the chairman of the panel of judges. The other members were
Ms. Anna Sujatha Mathai, Mrs. Rajlukshmee Debee Bhattacharya, Prof.
Ganeshwar Mishra and Dr. Ajit Khullar. Dr. H.K. Kaul was the ex-officio
member of the panel.
following students have won the awards
Prabhakar (Bharatpur, Rajasthan) for the poem: Bewildered
Chawla (Ludhiana ) for the poem: Tried
to Call You
Shashank ( Hyderabad ) for the poem: Bulletin
S. Guha (Hyderabad)
for the poem: Time Traveller
Somya Joshi (New Delhi ) for the poem: The
Manish Garg (Bhiwani
) for the poem: A Modern Head
Parul Madan (Faridabad)
forr the poem : Great Dreams Grandma!
Shreya Datta (Ankleshwar
) for the poem : The Little
BEWILDERED WHEATFIELDS by Vishnu Prabhakar
continue to nurse the sickness of fear.
in the dark an engine whistles.
secrets and the endless
of stars locked in my hands
my head. Listening, to my own efforts
quietening memory; and knotting this body,
the fragments of living into a poem.
know I have been in love with the world
little too much, taken my own place
granted and become the secret landscape
the redeeming monument of Gandhi
the India of my illusive glass.
the dead twigs of banyan
my skin; and farther, go on to tear
skies of my future. Alone again,
time to question myself,
begin with the kind things I must say to others
of my fear,
the liniment of acceptance
over my wounded pastís breast,
that the pigeons of my town
fly and perch on the unspoken sadness
the bronze statue
|TRIED TO CALL YOU by Smriti Chawla|
|I tried to call you on Sunday,
When you were out,
the phone kept ringing,
I waited for the familiar
warm sound of your voice,
the small breath pause
before you say hello
but there was only the bell
it had the ring of closed doors
and shuttered windows.
I carried your silence
away when I put down
the phone, the empty air
of your vacant walls
at the other end of Bombay
came across the wires
and touched me
|BULLETIN by T.V. Shashank|
you frightened branches,
And be careful, day.
|TIME TRAVELLER by S. Guha|
boarded my time travelling machine
got to the future or the past
automatic futuristic things
pressed the stopping switch
none did I see -
the human race destroyed by violence?
I leave to you
Was I in the future or in the past?
|THE PRAYER ROOM by Somya Joshi|
sat there with my legs crossed
I lift my heavy eyes
who perched on stifled screams
a strained whisper
that percolates through time
to serve a heady concoction of insecurity
A moment please, of silent escape
Only to be awakened
by the conches, the bells, the divinity and delirium,
the sublimation and make-believe.
|A MODERN HEAD by Manish Garg|
|Small please gray and white cells yellowish too,
And (with bits and bytes)
Make the numbers even
Enough odd ones
Mould the skull with RDX plastique,
The superior variety,
Said the teeth firmly,
Rattling disturbs infants,
Keep the nostrils,
I like to trap irritants for happy days.
One year is plenty,
Bomb blasts are deafening in stereo
Make the nostrils narrow
Like a bone narrow
(air enough to live)
Now the main request,
Give me a third eye
(like the one of the police jeep)
Bright red light between the two headlights
Peeling through the throat of a village road
|GREAT DREAMS: GRANDMA!! by Parul Madan|
will you be in this world of miracles?
whatever, I think about you,
wrinkled face had a beauty of its own
were taken back to your real home, was that the real
whatever, I think about you,
Oh my Grandma! Melody times have gone with you.
|THE LITTLE MERMAID by Shreya Datta|
saw a little mermaid,
ran towards her
ran to my mother
grew very cross and said,
I woke up with a jump
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