Adi Dantre, Class IX A
Sometimes, I wonder,
What’s behind that door.
Is it an empty space, all dust and floor,
Oak furniture, leather gloves,
Probably a millionaire’s galore?
Sometimes, I wonder,
What’s behind that door.
Shining diamonds, gold bracelets, ruby stones,
Probably a jewellery store?
Or could it be the land of Narnia,
Augmented with Aslan’s roar?
Sometimes, I wonder,
What’s behind that door.
Probably another world,
Where men are from Mars
And women from Venus?
And all technology a bore?
Or could it be a less cynical land where
The poor get more?
Love, happiness and trust would rule the floor,
Where chocolate and jelly bean would be daily galore,
Life and death won’t exist anymore.
If such a world really existed
Then I would love to step past that door.
Her She
With every second passing,
Her she is being killed.
Why this inhuman killing against her will?
Where lies the end to the boy manufacturing mill?
Is it when all voice shall be still?
No bangles, no skirts, no nail polishes,
No mother, no daughter, no sister, no wife,
When only men will step on this cynical bliss?
