Sondhi's writing journey

                CHILDERN   ABUSES IN SCHOOLS.   I   read in the Hindustan Times dated   23 rd March ,2011   that   a PIL (Public Interest Litigation)   has been filed in the Delhi High Court by   lawyer Sanjeev Sabharwal. The PIL is said to be based on   a News Report, " Delhi Kids on Dangerous high"   published in the Hindustan Times on 16 th   March, 2011. The Petition asks for restricted access of:   1. Eraser Fluid 2. Naphthalene balls 3. Pain relieving balms 4. Nail paint remover 5. Paint thinner   Later   in Hindustan times   dated   4 th April, 2011   I read   that the petition filed   before the Hon'ble Delhi High   Court   has asked the Government   and   Schools to take steps   to check Inhalant abuse among children.   In my opinion parents as well as   School t...

                                                                        मेरा चंदा मेरा चंदा घुमे   पृथ्वी   के चारो   और एक दिन   मैं   तार जैसा दुसरे दिन मोटा ओर हर दिन बड़ता जाय एक दिन फिर ऐसा ऐया मेरा चंदा खूब फैलया आसमान मैं पूरा चमका चारों और फलाई चांदनी ये   दिन सबको याद है रहता तबी ये चोदवी का चाँद   कहलाता मेरा चंदा मेरा चंदा आसमान मैं दिखता रोज़ मैं भी चमकूँ चंदा   जैसा रोज़ रोज़ और हर रोज़

        I live in my home People say it is a house How do I know? What is a home what is house My teacher lives in a home It is her child and she its mom Morning comes with a smile Sun is just to rise and shine Mama is ready to beat the sun Always wakes before sun shine Who is shining mama or the sun? It is mama ever ready with a bun Feeding every one with lyric and fun My friends don't come to my home For it is old looks like a dome They live in a lavish house Whether for living or to douse Every one here is on a scale to gouge Mama is busy without any business Papa is busy fighting for his easiness Bun seems nowhere and no one to serve Mama thinks papa does not deserve Why it is always she is made to serve Papa must understand his duty Mama not a servant a queen of beauty While she is a cat and papa like mouse It is where that is called house No body to care but a play field for mouse. I do not like l...

Licking wounds and   waiting for luck to come my way   appears to be prediction of unsatisfied soul. Luck is what is   made by you you wish to get it no where to go find in yourself it is waiting for you You are licking your wounds luck is waiting to listen her sounds come out of engulfed   bounds The sun is shining and you will shine Luck is nothing but a   matter of fate May not be   found in the wind or spate you are the one to win over the luck Many paths are waiting   strong and sound just stop licking your own wounds.; old sad memories if remembered forever it may alive many a burn and smolder keeping these gathered in heart so deep whenever we thing we loose our sleep Get rid of past steer your life On a wheel that go fast making no sounds And just stop liking your wounds.

Death is eternity and is not certainty one should know what is life Death need no one to define It is life full of many   deaths every morning we live and die A life of a man is full of death whether he lives or takes breath what is death no body knows But if fact every body knows Death is forgotten when we live Living a life borrowed from death why we forget one is to die why do we play tricks to lie one can deceit a world It is sure not a death We deceit   even ourselves Conceal the facts from any body else Facts are known   to our inner self In fact we fear from ourselves Death is no fear for those Who are clear from worldly woes Death is like sleep indeed The only goal of death Should be to leave a path   of deed That   be followed by   everyone indeed

The poem is for kids getting pocket money from parents. It has been composed that first letter of each line if put together will make the word "Pocket Money" Easy for children to learn making sentence from a given letter. Papa paying every day Once a while mama pays Cache made day by day Keeping some for kin of mine Eating some apple so fine Teacher told to save some money Mama said to buy some honey O.K., O.K. I shall try Nothing special why to cry Extra money makes to grin yielding piggy bank to the brim

Examination or a Test conducted in schools for children is becoming a head -ache . The poem reveals feelings of child about a school test. If first letter of each line is put together it shall creat a word " Examination". Extra burden on the head X' Mas day is far ahead Art subject is very funny Math is a Nut and not the Honey I am busy learning a book Nothing else to have a look At the moment I am busy Taking Test is not so easy In and out on every page Out of test feeling relaxed Nothing boring than a test