Paul was a gold man A coal, glow and flow man It was in the city then He became a foreman Paul was a light man A bright, right and flight man On the track were his eyes set The strongest man you ever met Backwards down the ladder he’d climb Punctual, as always, keep his time For red, green and amber Up and down he’d clamber Rake and shake the train does make Rake and cinder shake, shake, shake. Yet tender doth his heart remain Tender, precious, do not drain. Railway lever tells the time My...

I sit with a book, but my mind takes flight, Scrolling feels urgent, yet it steals my light. Tomorrow’s exam, but today’s a blur, A promise once made—forgotten, unheard. Reels whisper, "Just one more scroll," But they drain my will; they swallow me whole. Time feels precious when the clock is still, But wasted minutes bow to my thrill. I curse these screens, but who pressed play? Who let the Devil inside stay? I say I was tricked, but I held the key, Feeding my captor unknowingly. I say,...

Yashika, a five year old girl, playful and a little bit naughty, was a bundle of energy. A pure extrovert, she slipped home from school, humming to herself under the sun. As she reached home, her eyes lit up, her aunt and uncle were sitting on the living room’s couch. “Hello, little princess! How are you ?” Her uncle, Avishak, asked warmly. “I am pretty good !” Yashika replied with a bright smile. “Here’s a gift for my little princess”, her aunt Sita said, handing over a wrapped box. “Thank...