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Childhood – 2 poems

Tanya Gupta, Class X B

Childhood is the age of making merry,

In which there is no stress and no worry.

It is a time full of joy,

Where we fight even for a small toy.

We laugh, sing and dance,

And to play mischief, look for a chance.

We crawl, fall and learn,

And become bold and stern.

Childhood is the age of making merry,

In which there is no stress and no worry.

We eat chocolates and play all night,

Which gives us a lot of delight.

We enjoy going to school,

And think it is cool.

Childhood is the age of making merry,

In which there is no stress and no worry.

Vagmi Shah, Class X B

The best days of a person’s life,

There isn’t anyone who has any strife.

These are the days of one’s childhood,

As beautiful as they could.

Childhood is the time,

When all women and men,

Are peaceful in mind and pure of heart

Right from the start.

Spirited, cheerful and full of energy,

Unknown to any tragedy.

Children are truly a gift from above,

To cherish and to love.

Childhood is when there are no tensions

About assignments and pensions.

A more carefree life couldn’t be

Than childhood, to me.

This is a wonderful imaginative world,

Where one can fly on the back of a bird.

A world where the child

Can make her house in the wild

And still live happily ever after

Where her dreams reside.

Childhood is oblivious

It can never be vicious

The beauty of this time

Cannot be expressed in a line.

One Day

Nandini Pillai, Class X C

A day when I will soar high,

Touch the clouds, feel the sky,

Higher and higher I will glide,

I will be smiling in my pride.

A day when I will be alone,

Nobody to stop me, all on my own,

Love and respect, that’s all I will earn,

‘Live your life’ is all I will learn.

My heart will beat with the rhythm of the tides,

I will be resting in hand woven hides,

A day when I will rule my world,

My problems will be twisted, turned and curled.

A day when I just wouldn’t care,

Will pamper myself and caress my hair,

Will adorn myself with a crown of affection,

And will rise the next day, to live this dream without apprehension.

Mumma

Ananya Khandelwal, Class X D

Mumma,

You are the hero of my life,

The superstar of my dreams.

I don’t know where to start

But I know you’ll always be there

Through every thick and thin.

A ‘thank you’ won’t be enough

For your pains, efforts and love.

The way you are, the way you smile,

The you look after and the way you love.

Mumma,

You are the hero of my life,

The superstar of my dreams.

From waiting for my return from school,

To talking to me for hours in the night,

Your actions never fail to pour,

The unconditional love from your heart.

I don’t know what I’d do without you,

The thought of a second without you scares me.

Mumma,

You are the hero of my life,

The superstar of my dreams.

I love you more than words can express.

So, every night, I pray to god,

To bless every daughter with

A mother like you,

With a heart of gold.

Out of all the mind-boggling debates, in my opinion, one is secretly very prominent. Ages ago, revered religions, great thinkers and leaders adjudged silence as the best form of speech. In the present, we hear about people fighting for the right to speech. We hear about leaders using their speech as the most potent weapons capable of beginning or halting destructive wars. Words seem to be becoming mightier than the sword. It is hard to decide what would lead us to our goal – our silence or our speech.

On one hand we are told that people who are really wise and possess knowledge prefer to be silent. This contradicts the fact that in the current competitive world, the people who loudly display their talent gain the spotlight. Our inner-self has trouble deciding what to choose.

Both speech and silence come in two varieties. One which is ignorant, unaware or proud and the other which is knowledgeable, deep and wise. I think speech and silence both are an art. That’s why some speeches inspire us and some silences move us. Due to our nature, we might be more inclined towards one of the two.

We should analyze the situation and choose what is best in a particular situation. Be honest to our conscience instead of following the masses.

Blessings of Nature

Hridhima Tyagi, Class VIII B

Nature is a beauty,

Expressing the god.

Nature is perfect,

It has no flaws.

Nature is fresh,

It must be cared.

Nature is the best,

Nothing can be compared.

Nature is so selfless,

It gives us everything.

Fruits and meat to eat,

Melodious birds to sing.

Save nature,

Or else you’ll be in trouble.

Protect nature,

Don’t make it dull.

My Dreams

Ujjwal Patidar, Class VIII B

I wish to be an IITian,

I wish to be a businessman,

I want to be rich,

I want to be an astronaut.

I wish to become an honest person,

I want to become a faithful citizen.

All these are my happy dreams.

One day my dreams will come true

And I wish that everyone’s dreams come true.

All these are my wishes,

All these are my dreams.

The Beauty of Nature

Avani Mundra, Class X D

A plethora of adventures,

A colossal amusement park,

I am Nature, the rejoicing Nature,

Full of beauty and birds,

Scattered with the most attractive flowers,

Enlightened by the glowworms at night,

I am a cycle of eternity,

Recreating life to all who need it.

To those who judge me as bad or good

I want to tell,

It’s not what I am, it’s how you’ve made me,

I was always a relief to human eye,

A satisfaction to the animals.

Rabindranath Tagore

Made by Tanisha Shah, VIII B

My Three Wishes

Vidhi Kothari, Class X D

It was a bright elated day

And by that charming sunshine

I was forcefully inclined

To imagine…

What would be my three wishes

Which were till now

Buried very deep. And this

Is what came to my mind.

Firstly, I want to fly high,

High above the sky.

To have a world tour,

Namaste! Ola! Bonjour!

Second, no scolding

From teachers and parents.

To achieve this,

I got to get good marks.

Third, I know

It’s not as romantic as Bella

But still I want a

Pool full of Nutella!

Author: shish_admin

Childhood – 2 poems

Tanya Gupta, Class X B

One Day

Nandini Pillai, Class X C

Suryanamaskar

Art by Reeti Rai, Class X C

Mumma

Ananya Khandelwal, Class X D

Silence or Speech?

Bhavya Sikarwar, Class IX B

Blessings of Nature

Hridhima Tyagi, Class VIII B

My Dreams

Ujjwal Patidar, Class VIII B

The Beauty of Nature

Avani Mundra, Class X D

Rabindranath Tagore

Made by Tanisha Shah, VIII B

My Three Wishes

Vidhi Kothari, Class X D

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