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BUDDING POETS
           This  mindset  can  help  diminish  the  constant
           pressure  to  perform  and  allow  for  a  more
           fulfilling  experience.  In  a  world  obsessed  with           IF A TREE COULD TALK
           achievements,    carving   out   moments     for     If a tree could talk, what stories would it tell,
           introspection and tranquility is what ensures that   Of whispered winds and raindrops’ gentle swell,
           success    complements      life   instead    of     Of seasons changing, slow and wise,
           overshadowing  it.  After  all,  peace  is  the      Of days that stretch beneath the skies.
           cornerstone of true prosperity.
                                                                It would whisper the secrets of the soil,
                      ABHINAND RAJ                              The quiet work, the patient toil,
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                                                                Of tiny seeds, now giant’s tall,
                                                                Of how it stands, through rise and fall!

           “Every great dream begins with a dreamer, always     If a tree could talk, it would reveal,
           remember you have within you the strength , the      The quiet beauty that it feels,
           patience  and  passion  to  reach  for  the  stars  to  A witness to both joy and strife, A silent keeper to
           change the world.” The struggle between success      all its life.
           and peace has always been real when it comes to
           education,  especially  in  our  crucial  years  like            DEONA RENJITH
           grade  twelve.  We  have  often  seen  students                          6B
           struggling  with  their  academic  curriculum.  Peer
           pressure,  distractions  like  social  media,  pressure
           from parents and the society often creates a sense                   PEN’S DANCE
           of anxiety and nervousness in the student’s mind,   A blank page waits, the pen goes near,
           which leads to failure and loss of one's childhood.  It whispered words the heart can hear.
           People and often parents try and accomplish their   Ink flows like rivers, deep and wide,
           dreams through their kids. As a result, the coming  A bridge between the words inside.
           generation doesn't pay proper attention or aren't
           able to recognize their potential. A life journey of  Each line a step, each verse a song,
           one  student  should  always  be  balanced  between  A place where shadows don’t belong.
           the  curricular  and  co-curricular  activities.    A pen it weaves what eyes can’t see.
           Childhood  is  that  stage  of  life  which  should  be
           thoroughly enjoyed.
           I would like to conclude my essay by emphasizing              HANNA MARIAM JOBI
           that  the  struggle  between  success  and  peace  in                   6C
           one’s  life  keeps  on  widening,  but  make  sure  that
           you  try  and  close  those  gaps  by  hardwork  and
           dedication,  which  ultimately  provides  you  with         THE GLOW WITHIN THE CRACKS
           the much needed peace.                               Life is a road, so wise and long,

                                                                a whisper’s sigh, a battle song.
                                                                A fleeting touch, a love so true,
                    JOACHIM THOMAS                              Yet time will steal what we once knew.
                      KANNANGATTIL
                             12F                                A child’s laugh, so wild, so free,
                                                                A mother’s smile, a memory.
                                                                But years will pass, and hands let go;
                                                                the ones we love will fade like snow.


                                                                We chased our dreams, we rise, we fall,
                                                                We build our walls; we lose it all.
                                                                The brightest days slip through our hands,
                                                                Like waves that kiss the passing sand.


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