Shishukunj

My Sister

Nabh Patodi, Class VI F

I have a little sister,

Who is no less than a twister.

Sometimes she is very sweet,

And makes my days a treat.

She is bossy and irritating too,

But those days are only a few.

Together we play, cry, laugh and fight,

She makes my world a lovely sight.

My Brother

Niral Palod, Class VI B

My brother is someone who is always there,

My brother is someone who will always care.

My brother is my inspiration,

As he always gives me motivation.

My brother makes me smile when times are blue,

He is the one who is very true.

My brother is my best friend,

And he will be there till the end.

I just want to let him know,

He means the world to me.

He is the blessing from god above,

He is the one that I will always love.

Richly blessed is how I feel,

Having a brother just like him.

My Father

Disha Gupta, Class VI D

My father is a little fat,

But he looks dashing in a hat.

He is a little short,

But he loves me a lot.

He fulfills all my wishes,

And loves eating new dishes.

His work is always perfect,

Which leaves a great effect.

He never scolds me,

Although he is busy as a bee,

He is always free for me.

He is successful in life,

And has a beautiful wife.

His company is a pleasure,

Which I will always treasure.

My Mother

Mahek Karnani, Class VI D

You are the one I love the most,

You are the one who is my host.

You always help me out whenever needed,

You are the one who always roams around with me.

You always keep us healthy,

You always keep us tidy,

You even give your food to us,

When we are hungry.

You are so caring,

I cannot believe.

You are the best mother,

I’ve ever seen.

The Irony

Tanya Rajani, Class X B

Gaiety disappears when I see

How ironical our society can be.

Thank her in the holy verse,

Kill her in the name of a curse.

Pray to her and call her a deity,

Obligate her to be a slave of the society.

Worship her in the name of a goddess,

Molest her in the name of a temptress.

Take seven promising rounds to make her a wife,

Then compel her into an ocean of strife.

Promise her all the love and protection,

Whistle at her to seek unworthy attention.

Gaiety disappears when I see,

How ironical our society can be.

Once upon a time, there lived a charming king named Alex and his beautiful queen, Anna. One day, they were in the palace garden enjoying the sight of the lovely flowers when suddenly, a big black cloud appeared in the sky.

It was the wicked witch on her flying broom! Last year the witch had tried to kill Queen Anna but the king had bravely fought her and broken her wand. The witch spoke to the couple in a thundering voice, “Anna, last time you were saved, but this time, I will have my revenge on both of you.” She chanted some magic spell and turned Alex into a lizard and Anna into a bird. The witch then entered the palace with a wicked laugh and ordered the soldiers to hunt the lizard and the bird.

King Alex and Queen Anna sneaked into the palace and went to their magic room. They were very sad. After all, who’d want to be a lizard or a bird? Suddenly, a voice came from the mirror, “Go to the dark caves and pick the sword inside. It will remove the witch’s spell and then you can kill her with it. But do it before midnight or else, everything will be lost!”

King Alex sat on Queen Anna’s back and she flew them to the dark caves. They found the sword. As soon as they touched it, they returned to their original forms. They were happy.

King Alex picked the sword and ran towards their kingdom. He bravely entered the palace and challenged the witch. The witch was scared, she tried to escape but Queen Anna had locked all the doors.

King Alex fought the witch and slayed her with his sword and the whole kingdom was happy again. The flowers were blooming, the birds were chirping and the people rejoicing. They all lived happily ever after.

Black and White

Anushka Mimani, Class X B

Look around, take a look around our world,

They say it is filled with colour, everywhere,

Happiness, laughter… life is perfect.

But you don’t see

Dishonesty, suffering, the fake smiles they wear.

Now look again, but this time with an X-ray beam for an eye,

A black and white picture will be seen.

No deception, only reality, rid of illusion, rid of lies.

This is the way the world has always been.

Corrupted with human follies and sins,

Gradually moving away from the ‘ideal’ place,

In the near future, the world will drown,

It will perish, leaving no trace.

Of the cruel human, with unfaithful traits,

And a new world will be born, one with actual colour

With its inhabitants having a heart, alive, not sitting idle,

It will be forever bright, not becoming any duller.

Class VIII B

Tanisha Shah, Class VIII B

Mrs. Sinha is our mother teacher,

And each student of our class is a unique creature.

Hridhima, Ujjwal, Bhavit, are the pearls of our class

Accompanying Vasudha and Pranshu, they are the top brass.

Mansi and Amaysi are wonderful singers,

With Hussain, Ishaan, Sahil you can’t count fun on your fingers.

Aaditya and Ishwar are always playing the drums,

Ishita, Jahanvi and Chhavi are my good chums.

Mahi and Kunjal are always seen together,

Atharv and Ananya being new were strangers.

Akshay, Aoj, Reshanya and Aaditya T, have a lot of fun,

Tanisha J and Swasti are like a class with their own sun.

With Sanya Jaiwani and Sanya Bhatia a lot of fun I had

To have friends like Kashish and Anushka, I am so glad.

Prakrati, Pranisha, Parin, Laavisha, are in their joys captive

Pranav, Devansh and Rohan are active, while I Tanisha S, am interactive

Number of students is 37 in section B of class 8

Bringing us together is the responsibility of fate.

Being the seniors for the junior batch,

Teachers expect us a few manners to catch.

स्वतंत्रता

सम्यक श्रीमाल, आदित्य तिवारी, देबांशी बंसल, अस्मि चेलावत, कक्षा ८वीँ A

काँच के एक बड़े से घड़े में

इठलाती-बलखाती ये मछलियाँ

अपने अलग रंग-ढंग से

घर की शोभा बढ़ाती ये मछलियाँ

समुद्र छोड़कर हमारे घर में

हमारा मन बहलाती मछलियाँ

अपनी स्वतंत्रता त्याग कर

सागर की गहराई नापकर

अपने दुःख-दर्द को पल-पल

आँखों से दर्शाती मछलियाँ

अपने विविध रंगों में लिपटी

सुन्दर दिखती ये मछलियाँ

अपने मन की व्यथा को

कैसे सबको समझाए मछलियाँ

नदियो के मीठे पानी का

स्वाद भूलती हैं ये मछलियाँ

असीम समुद्र में भ्रमण करने का

मज़ा भूलती ये मछलियाँ

जीवन का हर रस भुलाकर

छटपटा कर मर जाती ये मछलियाँ

मनुष्य ने अब हद कर दी

क्यों इनकी ज़िन्दगी बदतर कर दी

अपने मन में निराशा लेकर

दुनिया से आज़ाद हो जाती ये मछलियाँ

ज़रूर एक दिन ऐसा आएगा

जब मनुष्य इसकी सज़ा पाएगा

मेरा विद्यालय

शुभ हरकावत, साहेब छाबरा, श्रेयांश पाठक, रिची गुप्ता, शैलजा अरोरा, रिया खेमका, कक्षा ८वीँ D

शिशुकुंज है हमारा विद्यालय

नियमों का है यह आलय |

विद्यालय है हमारा दूसरा घर,

हम शिक्षकों का करते हैं सदा आदर |

हम बच्चों ने ली सफलता की उड़ान,

इसी से बढ़ता शिशुकुंज का मान |

सदा जीवन, उच्च विचार,

इस विद्यालय के सपने हम करें साकार |

हम रखते हैं स्वच्छ वातावरण,

छूते हैं हम शिक्षकों के चरण |

पढ़-लिखकर हम अच्छे-अच्छे काम करेंगे,

पूरे विश्व में शिशुकुंज का रान रोशन करेंगे |

विद्या का भण्डार है जो सारा,

मुझे लगता है अपना विद्यालय प्यारा |

हर्ष, उल्लास के साथ हम मनाते हैं पर्व,

हमें है अपने विद्यालय पर गर्व |

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विद्यालय है वह जगह जहाँ पर सीखा हमने ज्ञान-विज्ञान,

और साथ ही पाया हमने अपने लिए सम्मान |

पहचान हुई हमें अपनी, पाकर विद्या की रौशनी,

एक तरफ पाई नयी उन्मुक्तता,

साथ ही सीखा अनुशासन की महत्ता |

विद्यालय में गुरु का महत्त्व कभी होगा न कम,

भले कर लें कितनी भी उन्नति हम |

पुस्तकों और मित्रों से जीवन का अध्याय सीखा,

और खेल ही खेल में जीवन का कौशल दिखा |

विद्या का भण्डार भरा है जिसमे सारा,

मुझको अपना विद्यालय लगता है प्यारा |

Month: September 2015