While we play
And are fresh as squirrels in the day
You work night and day
Yet keep tiredness at bay.
You go out of your way
You help us every way.
On this special today
I wish you, Happy Teachers’ Day.
While we comfortably on the bed lay,
You worked for us, night and day
So, in reverence to you this day,
I bow my head today.
Happy Teachers’ Day.
Teachers show the path of success,
And fill our life with colours.
They never give up someone or love more or less,
Their teachings can’t be bought in dollars.
Sometimes they act as leaders, scholars or mentors,
But they will be our friends on all the rocky shores.
They teach the ones who are present and miss the absentees
In these dire times, they are busy as bees.
These days we are locked indoors,
But the teachers are still working from their home.
So that we don’t miss our study chores,
Our parents architect our statue at home
But teachers work to make a nice loam.
Now we see the teachers on the devices,
My salute to them who are teaching in this crisis.
Beauty is in the face,
Beauty is in every natural case.
Beauty is in the eyes.
Beauty is to help the one who cries.
Beauty is in you and me,
Beauty is in the blue sea.
Beauty is in the touch of an infant,
And beauty has the power to enchant.
Natural beauty is not the grace,
Beauty is to capture memories in the briefcase.
Now-a-days artificial looks are found in mobile,
But real beauty is in an unselfish smile.
So, once upon a time…there was…a WORM….who just LOVEEEED books. Now, you might just be pondering how this bookworm actually became a BOOK-WORM.
Once, there was a boy named Peter. He used to remain very sad. This was, because he was an orphan. Now, he could play with the other orphan children in the orphanage. But what was more saddening was that he was blind. No one played with him.
The only person he liked was a senior girl in the orphanage. She used to listen to him while he poured his heart out to her. She was also sad for him and tried to encourage him to not lose hope and stay happy. This comforted him. He used to feel that there is someone who cares for him.
One day this girl (whose name was Rachel) brought him a book in which the letters were lifted. He could feel them and she taught him how they were pronounced. He listened carefully and became perfect in them. Now he started reading. The first ones were easier. Then he could read better and better. He became faster. Now he used to feel the letters and read them out to the other children. They also enjoyed it a lot.
Every night, Peter read a story to everyone. Rachel was delighted to see Peter like this. Peter now thought that he had a reason to live. And THAT is how, an orphan, who was blind came to be a Bookworm and fell in love with books.
Today I am on cloud 9
You ask me why?
It is because I always want to shine.
Today I am on cloud 9.
I like soaring high in the sky.
You ask me how?
By not being shy.
Today I am on cloud 9.
I chase my dreams with all my might.
You ask me how?
By working hard even at night.
Today I am on cloud 9.
Today I am on cloud 9.
I thank everyone for everything.
I ask for blessings to help me shine.
Today I am on cloud 9.
My desire’s to have a pair of wings
To soar across the azul sky
I aspire to drift across sunlit waters
I wish I were a butterfly
I’d flutter my wings to sit on
The nose of the woebegone boy
I’d savor every moment of life
I wish I were a butterfly
Beauty is not appearance
But the person within
Beauty is not arrogance
But the qualities in you and me
Beauty is not the face
But the soul inside
Beauty is not the sign of proudness
But the politeness of one
Beauty is not goal
But an important part of it
Beauty is not gifted
But created from within
Create your own beauty not by makeup and all but by seeking the true you!
They say beauty lies in the eye of the beholder
Very true I’ll have to say
The best months to realise this are March, April and May
Spring has sprung
Every year nature sung
Colours bright, bold and never dull
Myriad, vibrant and mystical!
Every leaf, petal, flower and tree
Has the spirit of being beautiful, serene and free!
I love nature lots, you’ll ask why
Well, the sight of flowers against the sky
Is the form of beauty that meets my eye.
It’s time to fear the world ends here…..
Everything was on fire,
Was our earth on funeral pyre?
l was petrified,
Due to heat everything was liquefied.
Mother Earth was about to shed its tears, in an atrocious fear.
All her production, had turned into destruction,
Due to the greed of human evolution.
Every soul is crying ‘cause it’s not clean,
Earth is dying because it’s not green.
And the world ends here, no time to say goodbye,
We all are gone and we all know why.
Suddenly I woke up at night, thanks to my ringing alarm, that gave my dream a good bite.
As I opened the window, I felt the gentle breeze,
Among the swaying trees.
Hearing the song of birds,
I was speechless with no words.
Then I saw the sunshine, what a beautiful day!
Under the trees, we can run and play.
Oh! God are you the creator, an artist, painter, imaginator.
All this gave me relief,
But now my dream has turned into real belief.
That it’s tomorrow’s reality,
We all have to change everyone’s mentality.
To not cut trees and deforestation to freeze.
We have to save mother’s flourishing nature.
No water to drain, will try to get more rain,
We will try our best again and again.
Nayisha Chadha, Class VII C
Nayisha Chadha, Class VII C
Mrs. Swapna Tiwari, Educator
Tanvi Lohiya, Class VII D
Eliska Singh Rathore, Class VII B
Akarsha Garg, Class VII E
Priyal Meena, Class VII D
Shreya Vyas, Class VIII F
Eliska Singh Rathore, Class VII B