• Pratham Delhi Education Initiative (NGO), Delhi
• Sri Lakshmi Narayana School, Chennai
• Vivek Vidyalaya, Mumbai NEW
• Bharatiya Vidya Bhavan Matriculation school, Ajjannur, Coimbatore
• Bhavan's Girdhardas Mohota Vidya Mandir, Wardha, Maharashtra
• Bhavans Atmakuri Rama Rao School, Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh
• J.S.S. Public School, HSR Layout, Bangalore, Karnataka
• Bhavan's RIL School, Mouda, Nagpur, Maharashtra
• Bhavans Vidyashram, Jaipur, Rajasthan
• Jeevandeep Public School, Varnasi
• Bhavan's Vidyamandir, Puthucode, Palakkad, Kerala
• Bhavan’s Vidya Mandir, Irinjalakuda, Kerala
• Bhavans Sawan Public School, New Delhi
• Bhavan's Public School, R.C. Puram, Hyderabad
• Sri Sathya Sai Vidyaniketan, Navsari, Gujarat
• Bharatiya Vidya Bhavan School, Perumthiruthi, Kozhikode, Kerala
• New Era English School, Nashik, Maharashtra
• Godkar's Academy, Mumbai
• Bhavan's Kodagu Vidyalaya, Madikeri, Karnataka
• Bhavan's Adarsha Vidyalaya, Kakkanad, Kochi, Kerala
• Kulapati Munshi Bhavan’s Vidya Mandir, Thrissur, Kerala
• Bhavan's Vidya Mandir, Girinagar, Kochi
• Bellur Kamalamma Subbana Vidya Bhavan School, Mysore
• St. Kabir School, Ahmedabad, Gujarat
• Johnson Grammar School, Habsiguda, Hyderabad

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AFORE THE WAR

By Cinthya Anand (IX A)

Huddled in a dark corner, a puny girl lay,
The eye forever shut, her limbs mutilated.
Yet she smiled - she lay not in this world,
But in another, one afore the war.

Papa, ma, brother Jas - like shooting stars they sped past her eyes,
Sigh! How delightful her life had been,
A picture of contentment & affection,
Midst that ecstasy she knew to be family.

And then, the war clouds thundered;
Her brother too, was sent to fight,
How they exulted: their boy! a brave soldier,
Fighting with all valour, for his nation.
Six months later, he was returned,
Ina body-bag...from corporal to corpse.

Two weeks of mourning not over,
Upon their grief was dealt a shocker;
Bomb blast! Oh Heavens;
Bereft of Jas but months ago,
Now her parents - Death bade them too.

Only the girl was left, or what was left for her,
An eye, a limb, a grating trunk,
A writhing face that screamed aghast,
A shrieking soul that gasped for life

How wonderful her life had been; now no life remained
Those beautiful days- another age,
An age before the war
Those days, that world: had they ever been hers?
Impossible!

Against this bleakness, this march to death,
Surely such a life was paradisical, heaven sent?

And yet, when she shrieked one last time,
When the solitary eye joined the numb one,
on her trembling lips hummed a tranquel rhyme
Her heart was back in another time,
In her world of compassion, of care, of joys,
The world she knew, afore the war.