Hey everyone!! 🌸
We hope November is treating you well ☘️
First, thank you for taking part in the contest very energetically with your lovely and inspiring works !! We heartily thanks every contestant who took time to share their masterpieces. The theme was “My Dream Life ” ❤🍥🍥🍥🍥
We got a lot of entries and the competition was real tough. Here are the winners :
☘️ First winner : Jasmeet Singh
The life of which I dream is not just a delusion,
of all the possible things, it’s a fusion,
a lush green place, enchanted with the sound of flowing water,
composed of a big or small, but an owned shelter,
a job that may bring joy or despair,
all that matters is that it should spare,
enough time to spend with the family,
with a money earned in large or scantily,
With a greed of a little more time,
so that I can write another rhyme,
to pursue my passion, to avoid any repent,
to take it to a level, where it can even pay any rent,
all of this, to be a part of a world,
that unfurls all the good things twirled,
at least no more hunger, no scarcity of fresh water,
Reduced pollution and a beautiful weather,
no more corruption, no more wars,
a world wherein people can travel with ease, even in cars,
to cherish and learn the cultures, of which others are proud,
shattering the hate for anything, with nothing to shroud,
A good healthcare, that adorns my dream,
with the inevitable diseases, being crushed like whipped cream,
right to study, where is a mandated law,
so that children can help this beautiful world, get rid of any flaw,
to carry forward my dream to a place,
where it is no longer a dream, but a case,
With a strong urge, I again repeat,
this is not impossible, but a retreat,
for all of us to conquer, what all is distasteful,
to shatter it to the core, to bring out the beautiful.
☘️ First runner up : Marie Abanga
Please let me be
for the world
Please let me be queer
let me be queer it’s my life
be all the regular I don’t care
Please let me be a misfit
I am done trying to fit
You can do all the fit in I don’t care
I come from a broken home
I now lead a broken home
keep your fixed home
He cries mama
she teased my papa is gay
And so what I ask?
gay means happy
why be any judge?
and then go to church?
sing unconditional love
and love so conditionally?
They call me a rascal because I love pascal
he is such a friend
we trust each other so
sinners you say?
who did HE come for?
Winners they who followed HIM
Shabby may be the dress code
merry the constant mode
you can care for your body
I’ll care for my mind
I envy you not
spare your nod
Please let me be.
☘️ Second Runner-up : Ken
Above the city, hung the moon,
Colourful spots on ground
Where flowers and orchard-trees were fenced
With lofty walls around
Below the city I abide
Where fight for shelter
Under these machine toys
Was the pride above my shoulder
Filled in my prayers
Was the day to be accepted
By a passerby
Under the moon
Under my pride
Under my tent
That came to past
🌸 Seeing the amazing entries that we got, we decided to give a Bonus Award for the poet who’s work was quite off the theme but was unique and engaging . 🌸
☘️ Bonus Award : Vaibhav Bhatnagar
Hurt used to come
the half tide
of a high.
Trading with me
sometimes a lover.
Hurt is like a lake-
a few ripples.
Hurt is now felt
with my every breath.
I’d ever treasured;
For hurt has now
Sewed its cocoon,
Found its haven-
Deep in my heart.
~ safe haven
🌸🌸 Congratulations!!! 🌸🌸