About CC

Ishika Bansal (b. 2004) is currently studying in class 8th in St. Conrad’s Inter College, Khandari Agra. She has published one Poetry Volume titled ‘Threads of Life’ published in 2017. Her second poetry volume titled, ‘My Diary and Other Poems’ containing 46 poems is slated soon for publication. She can be contacted at rajivk92@gmail.com.

1. Where Am I?

In the zigzag, jumbled poetry I am

In the folded, personalized pages, I am

I am a chirpy bird’s friend

In the blue sky

In the green meadow, I am

I am with my quirky friends

In their giggles and pranks, I am

I am in the mesmerizing content of a book

In the tossed, marinated, fresh poem, I am.

2. A Sneak Look Outside

The archaic beauty

Why it appears so pale

Where are all the glistening grounds

And the blooming dales?

The liberty to move around freely

Where it’s gone

The pick-pockets, robbers

Are ready to strike horns

The depression and anxiety today

Have replaced the placid demeanour

The trees will soon be vanished

So un-fragrant are the flowers

Let’s wake people in deep slumber

Within our range

Looking out

Let’s urge for a change.

3. Mom

She’s the one to encourage us

Without being acknowledged herself

She’s the one to serve us first

At the stake of starving herself

She’s the one to wipe our tears

And cheer us up

Without being comforted

Without being consoled herself

She’s the one to withstand us

At every phase of our life

Just for a day sit beside her

She’s a mother, daughter and a wife

It’s a really petty thing to think of her

As just our caretaker

She’s the one and the only one

Multitasker a perfect homemaker.

4. My Worthy Hand

I use you to create

I use you to destroy

I use you when sad or bored

To express my joy

You’re always there with me

True companion - at times

Smelly, sweaty, sticky

And so clean sometimes

With the help of yours

I’ll try to beautify this world

And some ways I’ll mend

I want every goal of mine set by myself

Till I have this worthy hand

5. Copy, Cut and Paste

For those who think

Yes I copy, cut and paste

The words are my own

But yes I blend the taste

The ideas I reflect, I observe when alone

Yes I copy, cut and paste

The thought is my own

I scribble at last, gather ideas when bored

Yes I copy, cut and paste

But a little effort is required

Yes I copy, cut and paste

But my determination and

My dynamic struggle, need a start

Because it’s nothing less than a dream

To create a piece of art.