She was a princess, before you


This poem is written by Clarissa D’Lima (BA. LLB. Class of 2021)

Maybe someone’s queen now, someone’s lifeline now,

But much before that she was her daddy’s little princess, to her mother a royal bride

Before you embraced life from her,

Before she chose to bear the painful pangs for you,

She too was pampered and caressed, just as she now does to you

For she too was a princess before she kissed your little head,

Though now she has forgotten how, and you have not known how.


Now that you are, she has left behind her traits of royalty, shed them one by one.

Shed it… when she suppressed her desires, to make real yours,

When she sacrificed her success, to facilitate yours,

When she gave up her choices to respect yours,

Forgetting that she was a princess…as she made you her prince.


In the struggle to nurture her prince, she has let go her royal tantrums,

In the night to ensure your sound sleep, she has given up her guarded rest.

In annoying moments when she would like to throw a fuss, she now has yours to carter.

On occasions, all admiration that she could have royally received, she let them become yours.

But forget not that she was a princess, before you were.


Yesterday’s Road & New Struggles

This poem is written by Clarissa D’Lima (BA. LLB. Class of 2021)

New corridors, new sights

Familiar voices, new intensities.

New struggles to maintain old reprises.


Planned set ups, planned latitudes

Familiar routines, planned false doctrines

Planned ploys to overcoming unplanned vicissitudes.


Expected challenges, expected endeavours

Familiar encounters, expected strains

Expected jerks, aided by unexpected manoeuvres.


Spirited moderates, spirited rebels

Familiar enthusiasm, spirited convictions

Spirited resolves to let die unspirited quibbles.


Yesterday’s actuality, yesterday’s talk

Familiar taglines, yesterday’s story

Yesterday’s road bending into a new found path to walk.




Two Opposing Thoughts

This poem is written by Clarissa D’Lima (BA. LLB. Class of 2021)


Two opposing thoughts, four directions in both, each springing from a unique entity

Weaned by different conjectures, moulded and scarred by circumstantial disparity.

Treading and rolling ahead to bring out distinct identity.

Directed towards veiled common pursuits, yet threatened in each other’s vicinity.


In the once serene garden of thoughts, now opinions are lost amid noise.

Controversies, confrontations mixed in cacophonic confusion have stripped words of their poise.

Fear and havoc, as tools to choke the informed voice.

Motives of power have made citizenry freedom its toys.


The solemn responsibility of human welfare taken as a shield against tolerance.

How can welfare be achieved without forbearance?

The fear of division as the as justification for schemed menace.

How enduring is unity is despondence?


Are our common fooleries greater than the individual sensibilities we like to flaunt?

Is there a nationalist so great who desires flourishing ideas to turn gaunt?

Why we fuel rages that serve no want?

Why obstruct the peace of discussion with the poor instruments of violence and taunts?

Prakrti ki Sundarta

This poem is written by Clarissa D’Lima (BA. LLB. Class of 2021)

Prakrti ki Sundarta shehron ka yeh dua chupa na paya,

Uski srishti yeh mela sa sagar ghol na paya.

Ki bas aanken khol kar dekho tho janoge,

Thodi dhayan dho tho yeh bat maoge.


Dekhna kabi sunhere  subha ki Kirano mein

Emaraton aur jhopdiyon ke beech guzarte unn raston pe.

Dehte hai  tar jiske  upar

Choti choti chidiyan terkte hai unpar.

Ki manav ka banaya yeh khatre unhe rok nahi pata.

Ki kisi anjan sambhavna ka dar unke chechane Ko tok nahi pata


Kabi dekhna samundar ke neele kuch kali lehron mein,

Ki saf hone ki shanka shyad hogi

Lekin unke behte awaz ki rag phir bhi man mein shanti bhardege.


Kabi dekhna unn chehron Ko bhi gaur se

Jinpe  hai nahi koi lep, sane hai jo pasene se.

Ki prakrti unhe bhuli nahi,

Bas hamari soch unke man ki tazgi ko samjthi nahi.


Ki hamare rozi daud mein hum khote jate hai,

Inn sundar nazaron Ko pehchan na pate hai.

Ki kahi uski  sajae achaiyon Ko andekha karte hai.

Uski sundarta ko hum kuch iss tarah bhulte jate hai.

Airbus on Tracks


This poem is written by Clarissa D’Lima (BA. LLB. Class of 2021)


Lost in sleep I know not where I drift,

Amid noise I find the silence lull and sweet.

How privileged to get these moments deep,

That makes me feel like I am riding on an airbus running on tracks, taking its leap.


The last night was cold and long,

Not physical, but mentally I won’t be wrong.

The same obsession with submissions,

The same eyes that craved to sleep.

But deadlines forced them to stay

To absorb the screen light and the darkness obey.


So, the next morning the train journey was used,

To let the eyes have their share.

To shut close in the new morning bright.

And lose themselves in slumber as on flight.

The sounds unwanted was lost in the daze.

I know not on what I ride, an engine or the cloud light.


Comfort came not from the pleasure of knowing the price tag.

It came in disguise and relieved my lag.

Sound sleep did not need a fluffy pillow.

It came just when the eyes shut to the mellow.