And there he goes again.

For the sailor was back on a voyage,

Risks none, just a lot to gain,

This time choosing the right track.

The treasure was left buried somewhere

His goal was to find it all,

Myths and stories had he heard a lot

But no support to take the final call.

With guts and preparation, he left for the island,

Not alone but with a lot of courage,

Instead of jewels or a chest of coins

All that he found there was an old sage.

The sailor asked the sage for the treasure,

For he’d not understood the reality still,

Before going to the long sleep,

The sage finally said the magical words.

While going back home the sailor pondered

On how the words mean what,

In a few words the sage had explained

Something which even long essays fail to.

All that the sage had said,

Left a deep impact on the sailor,

For he had understood crystal clear

That he was his own god and his body his treasure.

Goopy and Bagha

Trisha Gajabi, Class VI B

If everybody had liked the beat of Byne and

If everybody had liked the song of Gyne,

Then they both couldn’t have met each other,

Their journey of adventure couldn’t have gone any further.

Their life would not have anything new yet,

Instead they formed a duet.

Ahoy, ahoy, ahoy, here comes the king of ghosts,

Asking them – what are the three things

That you want most?

We’ve got our wishes granted, but

If you were in our place,

What would have you wanted? – they said.

Books

Manya Shah, Class VI B

A book never asks whether you are young or old

Neither does it ask whether you are simple or bold.

It never asks whether you are rich or poor.

It just asks – can you read me sooner?

A book remains a man’s best friend,

Even when it has come to an end.

Books take me from reality to imaginary

In one and only place called a library.

I am moving to my new home,

On top of it, there’s a dome.

I play day and night in the garden,

My mother says, “Come home, pardon.”

I even play video games,

With my best friend, James.

At my house, there’s a new lfower vase

I take care of it and look at its beautiful face.

In the summers, it’s too hot,

I sit under the AC, after I sweat a lot.

Out house looks very nice,

‘God! Please help! There are mice!”

I go to my school in the morning,

When I go, the sun is scorching.

In the evening, I stand up on the dome,

And I love my home sweet home!