I AM

I AM

Near the Strand I stand

Staying to prove the land

Welcome my guest warmly

Watch the happenings tranquilly

Wake up with the grating roar of the alarms

Fling my soul and Cease the fears of harms

Wait to bestow my beams

Come on! Climb the long furled steps

And print your vestige in me

I am……

                                                M.Keerthika

                                                     III B A English Literature

Shift – II

CEASE THE NOISE OF PEACE

CEASE THE NOISE OF PEACE

Legs stretched on the gritty sand,

Facing the tides that glimmer on the moon.

Thoughts wandering like the water

That flings toward the palely blanched land

With a grating rumble and retreats soon.

Eyes, pondering on the noise of peace,

Are fixed on the foam filled strand.

Its tremulous cadence my ears can’t stand.

My shingles dampened by the briny breeze

That pierces through my ear caves.

Still wondering to find peace,

I rise toward the ebbing waves

That, like a girdle, furls around my feet.

I still stare into the turbid end of the endless sea,

In certitude, to cease the noise of tranquility.

H. Maryam Fathima
III BA English Literature
Shift II B Section