"My You" - by Lakshmi Prasanna of B.Com First Year 

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You came into my life like,

The sun after heavy rain in the morning.

Feels like a dream; I’ve never felt this way before,
Melting me softly, like glaciers,

By your kindness, called sunrays.

You colored my soul with a rainbow called love,
Filling the empty canvas of sorrow with the art of life.
You gave me your hand to hold on to forever,
And I held you close to me, like a dragonfly to a flower.

You made me feel like a wildflower, rare and precious,
Unlike those, ordinary and gorgeous. 
My heart was heavy and low, 

Like a ship sunk deep in the ocean.

But then you smiled,
And I felt like I was the chosen one.

Your words encouraged me,
Lifting me high as a mountain.
I’m never going to lose you and that’s certain.

"Judging Wings and Walks" - by Astha Mishra of B.Sc ZCFS First Year

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The caterpillar crawls, judged for her pace,

Humans sneer, "You’re slow, what a waste."

Yet they forget, as they point and stare,

They’re crawling too, in their own despair.

When the butterfly breaks free to the sky,

Humans gasp, "How graceful! How high!"

But envy whispers, and praise turns cold—

They forget their wings have just grown old.

For in this world, we’re all in the race,

Crawling, soaring, yet losing grace.

While they judge the caterpillar’s fight,

They forget they, too, crawl through night.

So to the butterfly, I send this plea—

Do better than the world did to me.

For though you’re praised for your beauty rare,

I see the struggle that got you there.

Author Feature:-

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Louisa May Alcott (1832–1888) was an American author and reformer, best known for her novel Little Women (1868) and its sequels, Little Men (1871) and Jo's Boys (1886). Her writing often reflected her advocacy for women's rights and social reform, as she grew up in a family deeply involved in the transcendentalist movement.

Alcott worked as a nurse during the Civil War, an experience that inspired her work Hospital Sketches (1863). She wrote under several pseudonyms early in her career, penning sensational stories, but found lasting fame with Little Women, a semi-autobiographical novel that resonated with audiences for its portrayal of the struggles and joys of family life.

About her book "Little Women":-

Little Women is a novel by Louisa May Alcott that follows the lives of four sisters—Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy March—growing up in Civil War-era Massachusetts. The story depicts their struggles, dreams, and personal growth as they navigate love, loss, and family dynamics. The novel explores themes of sisterhood, ambition, sacrifice, and the challenges women face in a patriarchal society. It is beloved for its relatable characters and timeless messages of selflessness, resilience, and the importance of family.

"From Me To God" - By Sayeda Masooma Fatima of B.Sc FSCCA First Year

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From me to God, a whisper climbs,

Through endless stars, boundless times.

A flicker of hope, a fragile prayer,

Rising through shadows, seeking care.

In the chaos of storms, I raise my gaze,

Through thunder’s roar, lightning’s blaze.

Even in silence, I feel You near,

A whisper, a comfort, a voice so clear.

From me to God, a song is sung,

An eternal hymn through old and young.

No end, no start, no boundaries define,

This timeless bond—Your love divine.

"Girl on a swing" by Lakshmi Prasanna of B.Com First Year 

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Sun playing hide and seek Within the leaves,

The wind flowing onto freshly bloomed flowers,

Spreading its fragrance on you.

The hair of yours dancing along

With the dried falling leaves,

The peace in her mind,

Watching the cat on her lap,

Slowly drift off into its dream.

The girl on a swing,

living her peaceful dream,

Wishing to live a life,

like this forever.

The calmness in her,

Attracting nature itself, 

mother nature yearning,

to celebrate their friendship together.

Those sweet cherries falling on the grass,

Fully ripened, waiting to be picked by her.

The birds whispered,

Watching her dreamy face,

Enjoying the beauty around her.

"Alone Star" by Pranathi Konda of B.Sc MSDS First Year 

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Look at the lone star in the sky,

People say darkness is its companion,

But it has the greatest company of its own.

People say it is alone, but it's not.

It enjoys the beautiful night,

By gazing at the wonders of space.

It has a boon called "solitude,"

For which it is so grateful.

It seems to be alone, but it's not...