"Message To The Moon" by Hafsa Ahmed of B.Sc FNZC Second Year.

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O' moon,

You're the only one who listens to me

Without getting bored,

The one I feel peace with.

Your light makes me feel like

I'm glowing like you too,

Or gives me hope that someday

I'll glow too.

You're so beautiful even though

You have your spots and phases,

Where you change and disappear

From time to time.

Never once do you stop

Emitting your light to me

And helping me exist

With your presence.

Even if not visible,

Your light gives me

The comfort to embrace

My wounds and calm my chaos,

Providing warmth to my cold and dying heart,

Making me smile

Through my stream of tears

Flowing under your light.

Under the sky,

You and me—a bond meant to be.

O' moon, you're my light, my soul,

My safe place.

Even when I'm going through a

Dark day, your appearance makes

Me feel at ease and makes me thank

Having you by my side, following me

Everywhere I go through the night.

O' moon, how much I love

Gazing at you all night. While

Everyone sees my scars and makes

Me feel unworthy,

You give me hope and courage to be kind,

To live and show it's okay to have scars and still glow.

 Author Feature:-

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Samuel Langhorne Clemens (November 30, 1835 – April 21, 1910), known by the pen name Mark Twain, was an American writer, humorist, and essayist. He was praised as the "greatest humorist the United States has produced," with William Faulkner calling him "the father of American literature." Twain's novels include The Adventures of Tom Sawyer (1876) and its sequel, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1884), with the latter often called the "Great American Novel." He also wrote A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court (1889) and Pudd'nhead Wilson (1894) and cowrote The Gilded Age: A Tale of Today (1873) with Charles Dudley Warner.

About his book "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer":- 

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The Adventures of Tom Sawyer (also simply known as Tom Sawyer) is a novel by Mark Twain published on 9 June 1876 about a boy, Tom Sawyer, growing up along the Mississippi River. It is set in the 1840s in the town of St. Petersburg, which is based on Hannibal, Missouri, where Twain lived as a boy. In the novel, Sawyer has several adventures, often with his friend Huckleberry Finn. Originally a commercial failure, the book ended up being the best-selling of Twain's works during his lifetime. Though overshadowed by its 1885 sequel, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, the book is considered by many to be a masterpiece of American literature. It is alleged by Mark Twain to be one of the first novels to be written on a typewriter.

"She Smiled" - by Bhumika Raikote of BA Final Year

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She smiled, as flowers bloomed,

Death found life anew.

Her smile, a beacon of hope,

In the scars’ dark hue.

With her smile, dry lands quenched,

Injuries found their mend.

Her smile, the last hope to thrive,

In her warmth, life found its blend.

She smiled, as magic in the dark world,

Where dreams soar, unfurled.

"Maya’s Time Management Journey" - a story by Tulasi Chendi of BBA General  First Year 

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Once upon a time, Maya was an enthusiastic student with big dreams—excelling in academics, playing sports, joining clubs, and learning a new language. But as her schedule grew busier, she felt overwhelmed and struggled to keep up.

Every day, she made a long to-do list but often ended up feeling defeated. That’s when her teacher, Mr. Sharma, stepped in with some valuable advice on time management:

• Prioritize: Focus on a few important tasks.    Each day instead of trying to do everything.
• Break Tasks Down: Divide assignments into smaller steps to make them manageable.
• Use Time Blocks: Study in focused intervals (like 25 minutes), followed by short breaks to stay refreshed.
• Learn to Say ‘No’: Cut back on clubs to focus on what truly matters to you.

With these tips, Maya learned to balance her commitments and reduce stress. Her grades improved, and she even found time to learn Spanish!

Maya's story shows how effective time management can help students achieve their goals while maintaining well-being. Let’s take a page from her book and make the most of our time!

"Rasam" - by Bhumika Raikote of BA Final Year 

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The pure delighted liquid,

Quench juice of tarmarind,

The Sweetness of her love,

In hues of turmeric.

The sliced raw onions,

Simmering of oil,

In hot mixture of tastes,

With mates of jeera and rai.

The fragrance of rasam,

Fill the place with delight,

The wed of rice with rasam,

Decored as buffet.

Each bite of the meal,

Heals the soul,

As the feel of heaven 

On the grounds of hell.

"The call of Palestine" by Praharshita of B.Sc MBTC First Year 

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Our laughs and giggles on school grounds,

Replaced by the anguish and terror of battlefields.

How funny it seems those little hands,

Once dipped in paint for school projects,

Now, drenched in blood on hospital beds.

The crayons held to draw a bright world,

Now, been replaced by tools of war,

Our dreams fade like the smoke in the air.

Tears might be the only water source left,

As rivers dry, soaked in grief and despair.

When did hide and seek go from playing,

To running, hiding from men with guns,

Who wear faces we can no longer understand?

The stories we read before bed,

Once filled with knights and castles,

Now, speak of survival and loss.

The swings hang still, the playgrounds empty,

As the echoes of laughter fade into silence,

Where did we lose ourselves, 

In a world we didn’t choose?

Our homes turned to dust,

Our memories tangled in fear.

We grew up too soon,

The price of innocence, 

Paid in a currency of sorrow.

And yet, we hold on,

For somewhere deep inside, the child still waits,

For the world to turn kind again.

"My Father" - By Tulasi Chendi of BBA First Year 

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From the first breath, you held me tight,  

Through endless days and sleepless nights, 

You watched me stumble, fall, and stand,  

With patient eyes and guiding hand.

When others cheered for mother's grace,  

You stood behind, no need for praise,  

Yet every step I dared to take,  

Was rooted in the strength you'd make.

I saw the lines upon your face,  

Etched with love, devoid of place,  

In stories told or songs sung loud,  

Where mothers' are crowned so proud.

But Father, in your quiet way,  

You gave me more than words could say.

You built my world, stone by stone,  

A fortress strong, though all unknown.

Now at eighteen, I understand,  

The silent love, the unseen hand,  

Society may overlook your role,  

But, in my heart, you're my soul.