Lakshya Somani, Class X A
“He”
He’s living his life with its ups and downs,
his face full of smiles, sometimes of frowns.
No different is he than others around,
just a young poet, seeking the crown.
He makes his mistakes, he tries to learn,
repeats those mistakes, it’s a never ending run.
He has his talents, he has his weakness,
neither of which he is afraid to speak of.
He knows he will fall, but he knows he won’t stop,
he’ll wear the crown and reach the top.
For some he’s a monster, for some he’s a saint,
walking a road between sane and insane.
He has failed before, he knows he might again,
but from all troubles, he will defend
himself and his family, that’s all that matters.
He stays alone and avoids the chatter.
He is no philanthropist, he just wants to be rich,
but in reality, isn’t that what everyone thinks?
He’s not the best, he’s not the worst,
somewhere in the middle, he’s making life work.
“She”
She’s walking the street, it’s late and it’s dark,
her head held up high, of fear, there is no mark.
She knows the savage behaviour of men,
but bravely, the rules of society, she bends.
She doesn’t hold back, she doesn’t pretend,
for her life, on no one, does she depend.
They call her a traitor to the nature of women,
they take her to be inferior to men.
Her vision is clear, to the end she will steer,
a stickler for courage, at the top you can see her.
Unstoppable, invincible, her faith is clear,
she’ll write her own destiny, till the end is near.
