Art by Mallesh Kamdar, Class X D
Buddha Enlightening the World
Month: July 2016
Drops of Rain
Krutika Bhojwani, Class IX E
These drops of rain,
Falling on the terrain,
Touch my heart,
As if they are my part.
They comfort me,
And make me smile,
They look at me,
And show me their style.
They take my troubles,
And give me their joyous bubbles,
They touch my heart,
As if they are my part.
They fall on me,
Like the pearls in the sea,
They stay on me,
As they wish to be.
They stop my cry,
And lift my spirits to the sky,
They touch my heart,
As if they are my part.
They drip and drop,
And they trip on the top,
They wish to create,
A new frog’s walk.
They slip on the boat,
And they splash on the road,
They touch my heart,
As if they are my part.
They don’t speak or eat,
Or smell or breathe,
But still so sweet,
They give me the peace I need.
They touch me feet,
As if ice-cream touching my teeth,
They touch my heart,
As if they are my part.
I love as they come,
And I wish they could stay,
Their presence matters much
And their absence has a lot to say.
Revenge
Anushka Mimani, Class XI G
A thousand dead, crowd, a dark brooding land,
Whispers choking, him, in the middle, head bent.
Shamed by many he was, but ashamed?
Not in the slightest, for he was a patriot, a hero.
But just like fate, opinions differed, the shadowless,
Awaiting impatiently, for the sun was finally on their side!
The voice boomed, “Guilty as charged.”
And the war drums began.
I’m Mother Nature
Shruti Biyani, Class X D
I am Mother Nature
In front of you all today,
With a thought which I hope
In your heart will stay.
Many think I am rich in diversity
For some others, I am a simple complexity.
For some, I am the lush green fields
And for some others, the joy of cancer healed.
For some I am a river which carelessly flows
Or the wind making trees blow low.
Perhaps you could find me in an undiscovered island,
Or may be in a volcano bursting out with a bang.
I shine in the animals running wild,
And in the unconditional love between a mom and her child.
You look down from my mountains in awe,
If you are an artist, make sure you draw.
I am exciting, adventurous, new,
Peep in, you could find more than a sky that’s blue.
I gave you everything I had,
Ignoring if you would take it as good or bad.
But what did I get?
Pollution, deforestation; disrespect!
You know I’m beautiful, so wise,
But what you’re doing is leading to my demise.
I have given you endlessly to evolve like today,
But remember, I can undo whatever you did and say.
Why not live in harmony and peace?
Let’s save water and plant more trees,
Decorate me from the crust to the core,
Make me look like never before.
I’ll offer you the best, open your eyes,
Let’s work for a better day with every sunrise.
I’m Doing My Bit
Yash Talwar, Class VIII F
It is summer time. Children enjoy this time the most as they spend their summer holidays with friends and relatives. They also visit their grandparents.
Rahul also decided to visit his grandma’s house. He was excited as he was going to meet his old friends after a long time.
The next morning Rahul reached Bhopal where his grandparents lived. In front of their house, there was a beautiful garden. Rahul and his friends used to meet there to play many games. But this time, when he entered the garden, he saw wrappers, bits of paper, polythene bags scattered all around. He was very upset to see the condition of the garden.
When Rahul met his friends, they told him that they don’t play in the garden anymore. He decided that something needed to be done. He quickly brought a broom and a dustpan from his house and started cleaning the garden.
The other kids started laughing at Rahul. One of the friends said, “Rahul, this garden is very big and quite dirty; you alone can’t clean it.” Rahul said, “Yes Raghav, you are right, but still, I am doing my bit.”
When the kids heard this, they felt ashamed of themselves and joined Rahul in cleaning the garden.
Rahul’s action also teaches us that we must do what we believe in even if everyone, including our friends, laugh at us.
