Seerat Tiwari Loves singing, dancing and Writing THANK YOU, MY FRIENDS OF EMERALD ISLE! My friends and I always play, But sometimes we forget what to say... My friends and I always fight, But if someone quarrels, We become loyal. We will always be together, Like a piece of a feather. We go to each other’s house, And act like a mouse. We try to pack the same, And our efforts do not end up in vain. But it is not the end and I will never forget you, my friends. I thank my friend

Nandini Mathur Author, Blog - 'मेरी कलम से' English Summary Mother… A gentle feeling beyond words, Not merely a single word, But an entire alphabet in herself. Not just a person, But a complete institution, Filled with affection, An embodiment of unconditional love. Our very first introduction to the world Begins through a mother. By the mere touch of her presence, A child sleeps in peace. At a child’s single smile, A mother gives herself completely. Holding the baby in her a

Varun Goel 9769117718 Registration Link: The Road of thorns In a quiet desert village, a narrow road connected people to nearby towns - bringing trade, stories, and life itself. One day, a bitter man named Raghav decided to change that road. Raghav was known for his anger. He distrusted others and found strange satisfaction in their discomfort. Every morning, he planted tiny thorny shrubs along the path. At first, they seemed harmless. But as weeks passed, the shrubs grew str

Sandeep Mishra Electrical Engineer, Gold Medalist, Senior Executive, Poet, Tabla Enthusiast. युरोप का सफर था एक सुहाना सफर देखा प्रकृति का का खुबसूरत नजारा और ऐतिहासिक धरोहर। जिन्हें पढ़ा था किताबों में कभी उन्हें देखने का मिला एक अवसर। जिधर भी डालो अपनी निगाहें हरियाली ही आती थी नज़र। प्रकृति की गोद में हम घूमें साफ सुथरे थे सब डगर देखे फूलों के बाग और बर्फ से ढके शिखर। रोम लंदन और पेरिस की बात है निराली भव्य इमारतों के हैं ये अदभुत शहर कलोन फ्लोरेंस व वेटिकन सिटी को मिल

Parv Dasani 9 years It’s a long vacation for young students Full of joy, without any dents Every day, there’s an innovative activity But these times, staying at home is a boring pity I read, draw or play in the day Those are my hobbies, so I do always say It’s a hot and monotonous period of time But if you enjoy a warm climate, for you it’s a dime Interesting books make a day feel like an hour Or else for me the day is sour Drink higher volumes of water Or else the heat g

Ananya Nair, Grade 9 Ananya is a travel enthusiast who likes to read, sing, and do Bharatnatyam. She also loves to bake and write stories or poems. When not found doing any, she can likely be found burrowed in bed watching a K-drama. She hopes to have the privilege of writing pretty words for the rest of her life :) In my backyard, a titan stood tall, Casting its shadow against the wall. Every summer, the branches would bend, With gold-heavy gifts that it leaned down to le

Aanya Das, 13 yrs old. Kindness is a quiet strength—soft in appearance, yet powerful enough to reshape hearts and moments. It asks for nothing, yet gives everything. A simple smile, a listening ear, a gentle word—these small acts ripple outward, touching lives in ways we may never fully see. The Power of Kindness The world has some tough days, But we can solve these problems in many ways; Like solving them with non-violence, Cuz' that's the power of kindness! When you see the

Harinath Poet EI Outlook Editor , Linkedin Profile , Blog A satirical verse exposing poets’ detachment from everyday life—mocking their lofty ideals, domestic avoidance, and delusions—before ending with a witty twist on Socrates, ostriches, and AI creativity Poets don’t live on the ground— they hover above dishes, blind to the grease and sweat that keep their world alive. They opt non-violence, feed stray dogs with metaphors, can they still scribble verses when chased down t

Pratima Manik Editor, Hindi & Marathi EI Lifestyle मी ही अशी English Translation “I Am Like This” I am a woman who lives in a world of dreams. I find joy in the smallest of things. The rising sun enchants me, and the setting sun casts a spell over me. A shower of rain soaks me in the blessings of God. I am always lost in the world of stories, novels, films, and plays. These days, children always have a mobile phone in their hands, don’t they?But in my childhood, I always had

Seerat Tiwari Loves singing, dancing and Writing Foods Perspective You crunch & munch all day, You don’t even care if we will stay. You eat during day & in night, We cant even complain or show our right. If you are hungry we are on our way, But if you eat too much you will have to pay. Some of us are good some of us are bad, But each one of us have nutrients such as carbohydrate, protein & fat. We were once small just like you, But we kept on dying as we grew. No one can live

Priya Chaturvedi Global Markets Professional, avid reader, finding rhythm in semi-classical dance and expression in Hindi verse. LinkedIn निराशा फूटी गागर को देख देख यदि लोचन भर आते हैं, भ्रमरों के गुंजन भी यदि मन की व्यथा बढ़ाते हैं, देख देख यदि नील गगन को स्मृतियाँ फिर जीवन पा जाती हैं, रागों की यदि स्वरमालाएँ क्रन्दन बनकर छा जाती हैं, हे मानव! यदि जीवन में इतनी ही घोर निराशा है, तब तो फिर यह जग जीवन भी एक झूठी सी अभिलाषा है। आशा माटी की मटकी छार हुई पर पनघट क्लांत नहीं होते

Sandeep Mishra Electrical Engineer, Gold Medalist, Senior Executive, Poet, Tabla Enthusiast. गर्मी का मौसम आया है फिर से गर्मी का मौसम हर्षित हुए सब बच्चे ,स्कूल हुए अब बंद। इन गर्मी की छुट्टी में,बच्चे करें अब मस्ती खायें कुल्फी आइसक्रीम,पीयें जी भर लस्सी। ये गर्मी का मौसम हम सबको है भाये छुट्टी मनाने को हम सब ,पर्यटन को जाएं हिल स्टेशन,झील तलाब,लगते हैं मन को अच्छे जो‌ न बाहर जा सके ,वे गर्मी में हैं तपते। तरबूज खरबूज और आम,इस मौसम में आयें तन की गर्मी कम करने को खीरा ककड़ी

Parv Dasani 9 years Holi, the Festival of Colours, is a joyous Indian celebration marking the victory of good over evil. The festival originates from the story of Prahlad, a devotee of Lord Vishnu, who was saved from his evil father Hiranyakashyap and aunt Holika's attempt to kill him in fire. Holika was burned instead due to misusing her fire-immunity boon. Famously known as the festival of colours, Holi is a joyous festival, celebrated across India. It marks the victory of

Harinath Poet EI Outlook Editor , Linkedin Profile , Blog From sidelines to center pitch—rage, grit, and joy collided. We didn’t play alone; we moved as one force. Sweat, pride, noise, silence—all bound into one unforgettable day

Ritika Saxena I’m so glad to be a part of the EI community. A big hats off to the EIEC team for organizing such a wonderful event so smoothly! The Holi celebration was truly memorable. From the vibrant atmosphere and energetic rain dance to the delicious breakfast and lunch, every moment was filled with joy and laughter. The Phoolon Ki Holi was especially beautiful and unique—it added such a lovely touch to the celebration. I shared the pictures with my family, and my mom ab

Sandeep Mishra Electrical Engineer, Gold Medalist, Senior Executive, Poet, Tabla Enthusiast. न जाने क्यों न जाने वक्त की कोख में क्या छिपा है आगे क्या होगा , किसी को भी नहीं पता है। न जाने क्यों आदमी भाग रहा है,दौलत के वास्ते साथ न ले जा पायेगा,यह भी उसे पता है । न जाने क्यों ,लोग आपस में मिलते‌ नहीं कल कोई रहे या ना रहे ,यह किसको पता है। न जाने क्यों लोग करते हैं ईर्ष्या दूसरों से जितना नसीब में है वही मिलेगा, सबको पता है। न जाने क्यों लोग खोज रहें सुख भौतिक संसार में

Sandeep Mishra Electrical engineer, gold medalist, senior executive, poet, tabla enthusiast. होली की यादें याद आ रही है आज फिर बचपन की होली रंग भंग संग वो मित्रों की टोली। चंदा उगाही और लकड़ी की चोरी सजाते थे स्टेज पर होलिका और प्रल्हाद की जोड़ी। करते पहले पूजा फिर लगाते थे आग बड़े बूढ़े गाते थे झूमकर फाग। सुबह सुबह फागुन के मौसम की मस्ती मोहल्ले की हर लड़की लगती थी अच्छी। हाथों में गुलाल और गोरियों के गाल रंगों की बौछार कर दिल होता बेहाल। दोस्तों के संग करते हम हुड़दंग मदमस

Laisha Agarwal, 10 years old This is a poem about a refugees journey in search of safety. This poem captures the emotions of a refugee and how hope guides them like a bright light.

Vikas Miglani Market professional, fiction writer and poet LinkedIn ; Blog ; Amazon Writer's Page English Summary The poem reflects on the warmth of a large joint family in the past—filled with grandparents, relatives, home-cooked food, open courtyards, shared studies, and simple village comforts. Life was modest but deeply connected, and relationships were natural and close, untouched by modern labels like “cousin.” Over time, driven by ego, comparison, and the desire for in

Nandini Mathur Author, Blog - 'मेरी कलम से' English Summary The poem celebrates the arrival of the spring season, portraying it as a symbol of renewal, freshness, and new life in nature. It vividly describes how the pleasant fragrance of spring fills the air and brings joy to every direction. As winter recedes, the earth stretches comfortably under the warm rays of the sun, and dewdrops gently disappear. Nature comes alive with lush green foliage, blossoming branches, and che