DREAMS IN SCRIBBLES

Hopes and dreams in ink

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Who am I?

Welcome to my world of words! I am Anaya Sheth. I am 12 and currently in 6th grade. I am writing since the age of 6. I love reading and (you guessed it!) writing. I want to be known worldwide for my writing one day.

DREAMS IN SCRIBBLES

Hopes and dreams in ink

  • WINGS BEHIND BARS

    In a bustling big city, there lived a small bird,

    Exquisite, rosy, but with eyes filled with the sorrows of the world.

    He feared this world unkind,

    Scared of us, the cruel mankind.

    You see, the bird had witnessed that before,

    Many of its friends were captured, free no more,

    The little bird’s heart and soul belonged in the sky,

    And the thought of a cage made it cry.

    It dreamt to touch the stars one day,

    But would it have the courage to fight?

    One day, the cruel men came,

    Trapping the bird, ignoring its pain.

    The poor bird was now in a cage,

    Its eyes filled with tears and rage,

    Heartbroken, lost in this world unfair,

    A victim of humans who didn’t care.

    This bird isn’t the only one,

     there are many such in this world.

    How would we feel if trapped behind the doors?

    Caging for our pleasure—are we nothing more?

    –         ANAYA SHETH

  • A DAY IN AUTUMN

    Crisp golden leaves touch the ground

    For the very first time

    Experiencing the moist soil and soft grass

    All year long, they have clung

    To their mother’s embrace

     Now they stand independent

    Having bloomed in beauty through the passage of time

    And now it’s time to wither

    Even though they still feel like young ones

    They’ve made their mother look gorgeous

     Always

    Now it’s time to leave her

    But what’s a tree without her leaves?

    Lonely.

    Like a writer without words

    A chef without food

    Like themselves

    It’s a season of change

    Nothing stays the same forever

    They’ve witnessed beauty, despair

    Is that all life has to offer?

    They wonder

    No, there’s much more

    And then there’s death.

                                                                            -ANAYA SHETH

  • ENVY

    ‘’Here you go!’’ my mother cried triumphantly. She had bought me a new pink frilly gown the day before at the ‘Clothes Galore!’ shop. I looked a fool in it.

    ‘’Go, show Daddy,’’ Mum coaxed. I stamped out of the room and climbed up the stairs to Daddy’s office. The help’s daughter was sweeping the floor, her bushy hair covering her face like a veil as she worked. She heard my footsteps and looked up. She noticed my horrible gown. Silent and invisible tears filled up her eyes. I looked away sharpish and ran away. When I reached far enough, I stopped to catch my breath. I had seen the faint look of injustice and anguish in her seemingly blank and feelingless eyes. After seeing that look, I had one question, or was it a thousand questions? WHY? Why were some people just born poor and not given an opportunity to showcase their talent merely for the fact that their fathers and mothers and grandfathers and grandmothers and so on didn’t have enough? Why couldn’t illiterate people, after the difficulties they had to face, understand the importance of education, which would save their kids from menial work? And why couldn’t we bring a change to this?  I ran to my room, grabbed my laptop, and started making a poster. After completing it, I printed it. It had ‘Educate’ written on it.

    I rushed to the help. I could make a change.   

                                                                                    -ANAYA SHETH

  • FABLE POEM – SOUR GRAPES

    Once a fox, so tall and proud, strutted by a tree

    Seeing big plump grapes dangling, he exclaimed’ Oh dear me!’

    He jumped up high

    Just of the grapes shy

    He grumbled and tried again

    No height he did gain

    No such luck, I’m afraid

    ‘Oh why?’ he said

    ‘Those nasty troublesome grapes!’

    ‘Never mind, I can’t waste my time giving them my gape

    They are probably sour anyway’

    He stalked off, having had his say

    So my friends, you now realize

    Being not of enough size

    The fox went away grumpily

    Even though the juicy grapes were hanging on the tree

    What we can’t have or do

    We make excuses that aren’t true

    We believe we are invincible and the best

    But sometimes we fail when put to test

    So people, it’s time to let go of your ego

    The seeds of humbleness in your mind you must sow.

    –         ANAYA SHETH

  • THE GHOST

    A ghost in silver armour,

    Hiding from the world,

    Moving stealthily across the walls,

    Looking for people to lure.

    He creates worries and tension,

    Who could he be?

    A shadow of darkness and despair,

    Invisible yet never free.

    Amidst the calm blue sea,

    Lurks this cunning shark.

    Silent, waiting to devour,

    Dragging you into the dark.

    Escape from the prison of anxiety,

    Let joy takes its place.

    Defy this ghost, don’t let him stay,

    Take your power back and rise with grace.

    –         Anaya Sheth