You said:
2. Design your own anthology (collection of self-written poems) on the themes:
i.
A person who has motivated you.
ii.
iii.
A place that you remember for its beauty
An incident from your childhood that either made you happy or sad
*Give your anthology a beautiful cover page and a title. the person for my poem is
sport teacher (name Karan ) to motivate for importance of sports and volley ball
becomes my favourite sport. the place for my poem is jagannath puri, orisda. i am
weak in studies and my parent scold me every day mere kan pakk chuke hai sun sun ke
is my sad story
Here is a custom-designed poetry anthology based on your themes, complete with a
title, cover page description, and three original self-written poems reflecting
your personal experiences.
📘 Anthology Title:
"Echoes of My Heart"
Poems of Motivation, Memory & Melancholy
🎨 Cover Page Description:
Visual Elements:
A soft watercolor background blending sky-blue and sunset-orange.
On the left: a volleyball resting on a grassy field with a pair of sports shoes.
In the middle: the golden Jagannath Temple under a pink-orange sky.
On the right: a child sitting on school steps with a sad expression and a cloud of
scolding words above them (like “Padho!”, “Marks?”, “Fail again?”).
Title in elegant calligraphy at the top center, with your name below.
✍️ Poem 1: "Coach Karan" (A person who motivated me)
Coach Karan, with his whistle bright,
Taught me to chase dreams, not just the light.
While numbers danced and mocked my mind,
He said, “In the court, your rhythm you’ll find.”
Sweat, not tears, he’d always say,
“In every serve, push fear away.”
With every spike, I felt more free,
Volleyball became the best part of me.
Now when I fail a test, I don’t hide,
I face it strong, with Karan by my side—
In thoughts, in words, his lessons stay:
“Fall, get up, and fight your way!”
✍️ Poem 2: "Where the Sea Chants Prayers" (A place remembered for its beauty)
Jagannath Puri, where the waves bow low,
To gods above and sands that glow.
The temple stands in golden grace,
While the ocean winds kiss your face.
The scent of flowers, the sound of bells,
In every corner, a story dwells.
Children laugh, the breeze is wise,
And faith floats under endless skies.
I stood there still, as the sky turned red,
My worries silent, my doubts all fled.
Puri, you are a peaceful flame,
Whispering softly, my soul’s name.
✍️ Poem 3: "Mere Kaan Pak Gaye" (A childhood memory that made me sad)
“Marks? Again?” the voices shout,
Their angry words swirl all about.
I try, I try, but can't explain,
That books and sums just bring me pain.
“Padh likh ke kya banega?” they say,
While I just wish they’d look my way.
Not with scorn, but just with care—
Not every child shines in a test’s glare.
My ears ache not from noise alone,
But from the silence I face alone.
Still, I hold my dreams so tight,
Maybe one day, they’ll see my light.
📚 Back Cover Blurb:
“Echoes of My Heart” is a window into the soul of a young dreamer—torn between
expectations and passions, memories and aspirations. These poems reflect the
strength found in unlikely mentors, the peace of a sacred place, and the ache of
misunderstood childhood. Let every word take you closer to your own echoes.
Would you like this formatted into a printable PDF, or turned into a Canva-style
design?
