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The School Bus – 2

Class VIII B

After reading ‘The Palanquin Bearers’ students of Class VIII B wrote the following poems.

The School BusMariya Mhowwala, Class VIII B

Slowly, O’ Slowly we go by a bus

Everyday the bus carries us.

Seeing the flowers, trees and all creatures,

I admire the beauty of nature.

On the cold grey stones

I see dogs chewing at the bones.

The stones have cracks

And we travel on rocky tracks.

The School BusNiral Palod, Class VIII B

Daily, O’ Daily we travel on a bus

A bus in which we all make a fuss.

Going to school we all see trees,

Along with birds, insects and bees.

Small windows through which we peep,

Hey, did I just see a jeep?

I see big trucks and cars,

Along with my friends, I eat chocolate bars.

Travelling in a bus is fun,

With friends, we eat and play.

And when the day comes to an end,

The bus has got itself to mend!

The School BusMansi Singh Ranwat, Class VIII B

School bus is the best way,

To reach the school happy and gay.

Our friends are always with us,

To enjoy and chat in the bus.

The windows show a scenery,

With buildings, industries and greenery.

The fresh air rushing through the window,

Cools down the fever on my brow.

It also teaches us to respect time,

By reaching the bus stop at the appointed time.

This practice makes us punctual,

By developing the habit which is usual.

Riding the school bus is safe and fun,

In this long journey, a few lessons are also learnt.

The School Bus – 1

Class VIII B

After reading ‘The Palanquin Bearers’ students of Class VIII B wrote the following poems.

The School BusVrinda Modi, Class VIII B

School bus is the best transport.

It sways like a flower in wind of our song.

It makes us chat along with our friends.

Gaily, O’ gaily we talk and we sing.

School bus is a small world in itself.

We chat, discuss and learn many things,

Joy and happiness, the school bus brings.

We enjoy the long journey,

With friends do we joke.

In the bus we ride safe miles,

With faces beaming with smiles.

The School BusKhushi Parwal, Class VIII B

Faster and faster it moves on the road,

After all the children have been on board.

Some laugh and chatter after the long tiring day,

While some sleep throughout the way.

The bus is full of noise,

Made by both girls and boys,

They enjoy their trip back home,

Where most of them study alone.

Like others, the bus rests at night,

And starts the journey again with all its might.

The bus never feels tired,

Because it carries us as required.

How Pleasant to Travel in a CarShreyas Kumar, Class VIII B

I love to go in a car

When the distance is far

Through the windows I see the trees

And the hives of the bees.

The wind is very fresh

In the fields where the farmers thresh

When the speed is of hundred

The beads fall from the thread.

When the beautiful sun sets

The dark the day gets

But then comes the moon light

Which is bright and white.

My Dad’s CarArmaan Jaiswal, Class VIII B

The car in which I come to school

The driver is my daddy cool.

He drives past the trees

My daddy makes me free.

I get busy while viewing the sights

He fastens the seatbelt and makes me tight.

He sings when it rains,

He gets upset at clogged drains.

My daddy sings well

He and I jell well.

Finally, I reach the school,

In a car with my daddy cool.

School: A Miniature Society

Shubhi Mittal, Class IX C

In a society, we’ve seen people of different kinds

Who’ll preach us what to do and what not to mind.

We have gossipers who’ll inform you what’s new

But the ones you can believe are only a few.

We have mentors who’ll encourage us to excel always

Yet remind us to never make tall claims.

If we get scolded, we face it together

Be it from professors, authorities or whosoever.

There will be people who’ll teach us to support the suppressed

And help the depressed.

They’ll tell us to chase our dreams and fly,

But vow to assist the ones who cry.

Our day’s incomplete without a prank or a joke

But when offended, what cheers us up better than our folk?

Afterall, our love we show,

For the ones we really care about and know.

We fight, we cry,

We curse, we lie,

We laugh, we play,

And promise to be together, today, tomorrow and every day.

The Old Woman

Riddhi Singhania, Class X D

The day was dark

No sound of any lark

I was passing through a meadow

When suddenly I saw a hut

But its door was shut

So I peeped through its window.

I saw a woman

An old woman

Sitting on a wobbly chair

She was knitting, knitting,

And knitting

And for nothing else she did care.

Her face was wrinkled, hair all grey,

She was knitting and knitting

As if waiting for May.

When she would meet her grandchildren,

Give them presents

And cheer all day.

The sky grew black

And I heard a crack.

The old lady opened the door

And a wide smile she wore.

She gave me a present in a box

And I saw they were a pair of socks!

She pressed the box against my hands

And I couldn’t refuse her

And just said thanks.

She smiled again

And I smiled at her

And I started off for home

Carrying an affectionate feeling throughout the roam.

A few days back, while playing football, I heard a comment which made me think really hard. The comment, directed to one of my teammates was ‘Why are you running so slowly? A girl can run faster than you!’

Friends, don’t you feel this is a very primitive thinking? In my eyes, girls and boys are equal. Girls should also be treated with equal respect. All of us are God’s creation and have the right to do whatever we wish to. but because of such stereotypes, a negative picture is presented in the society and many people still think that girls are weaker than boys. Many people still tag girls as delicate and weak. Even though there are many shining examples in front of us, we still look at girls with a different perspective.

If we peek into Indian history, the names of Rani Lakshmi Bai, Indira Gandhi, Sarojini Naidu, amidst many others shine bright. Mary Kom, Geeta and Babita Phogat, P V Sindhu, Saina Nehwal, Sania Mirza and P T Usha are just some of them who have brought laurels to the country and have proved that girls are no less than boys. They have marked India’s name on the world map and have won medals in their respective sports. These are examples of the fact that women are no less in any field.

As Gandhiji once said, “Women are companions of men, who are gifted with equal capacity.” We must respect all women and always treat them with equality.

The World of Books

Riddhima, Parina and Somya, Class VII A

Open a book

And have a look.

Many stories are there,

With beautiful creatures everywhere.

The stories of Ruskin Bond and Shakespeare you’ll find,

Which are of the best kind.

There is no need to be lonely if left alone,

You can take a book and read it on your own.

Amazing are the endings

Making your mood and time rocking.

The world of books is great,

Books can be one’s best mate!

Water Conservation

Inter-House Board Decoration

Mountains to Climb

Aahan Nawab, Class X F

There is no reason for me to live

I know for me there is no one to believe

I don’t know what in my life I have to find

But something inside tells me that there are mountains to climb.

There is no one by my side

How many times I’ll say that I don’t mind

I know for me areas of opportunities aren’t wide

But something inside tells me that there are mountains to climb.

I know I have nothing, not even hope

There is nothing to see, it’s better to be blind

There is nothing so I walk towards the slope

But something inside tells me that there are mountains to climb.

I go outside and get to know that my inside’s right

There is no place in the world where happiness is defined

Now I know there will be furious free falls but I’ll have to fight

Now I tell my inside that there are mountains to climb.

Who Am I

Jahnavi Bhargava, Class IX F

Who am I?

I am your friend

I am your life

I am what you desire

I give you hope, and make you shudder

I make you cry and laugh

I will be there when you cough.

Who am I?

I’ll be there when you are ill,

And when you treat me ill

‘Coz I am your friend

Until you are dead

I’ll take you places

In just a few pages

From low beaches

To touch hilltops high.

Who am I?

With me, you will live

Not one but several lives

If you lose me,

Then don’t worry

I’ll always be there in your memory.

Taking you through different worlds

Through the universe.

Your beautiful dreams will come true,

Your haunted nightmares too

But don’t worry of harm

For in my heart, I’ll keep you warm.

Oh! Look, look, look!

You see, I am a book.

Month: November 2017

The School Bus – 2

Class VIII B

The School BusMariya Mhowwala, Class VIII B

The School BusNiral Palod, Class VIII B

The School BusMansi Singh Ranwat, Class VIII B

The School Bus – 1

Class VIII B

The School BusVrinda Modi, Class VIII B

The School BusKhushi Parwal, Class VIII B

How Pleasant to Travel in a CarShreyas Kumar, Class VIII B

My Dad’s CarArmaan Jaiswal, Class VIII B

School: A Miniature Society

Shubhi Mittal, Class IX C

The Old Woman

Riddhi Singhania, Class X D

Equality

Manvay Rawat, Class VII B

The World of Books

Riddhima, Parina and Somya, Class VII A

Water Conservation

Inter-House Board Decoration

Mountains to Climb

Aahan Nawab, Class X F

Who Am I

Jahnavi Bhargava, Class IX F

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