Shishukunj

Reverie

“I wonder when I will grow up and live my dream.
When no one is there to stop me and I have a high self-esteem.
When I can buy pretty clothes and dine in restaurants every day.”
Said I when I was five, while under the tree I lay.

Now that I am 15, I realise life is more than just about buying clothes
It is rather about building a respectable person and self oaths
It is about choosing the right people to surround you
And choosing the right careers to pursue.

Life is surely harder at fifteen than at five
But furthermore, you have to strive
Life is about not giving up
Even though it might be abrupt.

My Worst Bestie

Samantha was in second grade and she was my best friend,
I looked up to her to no end,
She was smarter, stronger and prettier than me,
All these qualities were all I could see.
Blinded by these goods, I didn’t notice the sly, cunning side to her,
And there wasn’t a worse moment for it to spur.
Around the end of second grade,
Just when I thought our friendship was made,
She started telling stuff to her other friend Abby,
Stuff like I overreacted, and being pretty was all I could see.
And in third grade, we both were in different sections,
And we had friends of different selections,
I made besties with a girl who came in my bus,
While Samantha started making a fuss,
She told everyone I overacted and showed off,
The last straw was when she told my new bestie, Soph,
Soph was in her section and they soon became friends,
And Soph looked up to Samantha to no ends,
Of course, Soph and I were still best friends forever,
She swore nothing would break us apart, ever.
Soon Samantha started telling Soph everything she told the others,
And soon Soph said she never bothers,
To be friends with a person like me,
And the only reason she was friends was because she felt pity.
I told the teachers about Samantha’s behaviour but they didn’t hear a word,
They thought the fact such a “smart, kind girl” could be mean was absurd,
Of course, my parents didn’t listen either as they thought I was jealous,
I’d told them Samantha was my bestie, just a year ago, the reason was obvious.
Soph became my bestie again in fourth grade,
And a condition was laid,
I told Samantha she could tell everyone my friends and I were baddies,
But she had to stop telling my buddies.
Samantha said she didn’t want to interfere with my life,
And she didn’t want to be the knife,
She said she didn’t want to be the reason for my despair,
And she told me she thought she was being unfair.
I just shrugged and left it alone,
And now, in grade six, that affair is long gone,
Samantha still doesn’t like me and thinks I’m bad,
But at least she isn’t interfering with the friends I have and had.

What is My Future?

What is my future?
My future has possibilities
My future will be bright
I wonder what I will be?

Will I be a pilot
To soar across the sky?
Will I be a doctor
To cure people I’ll try?

Will I become an actress
And dance across a stage?
Will I be an artist
And paint a masterpiece on every page?

Will I be a detective
To solve mystery murders?
Will I be a scientist
And mix up all the formulas?

What will my future be
Oh I’m so anxious to know
Everything sounds amazing
My dreams I will follow

What is a Dream?
A dream is not something
That you see in your sleep
It is a hint of passion
That goes way down and deep.

It is a star
That will give you the light
Follow it when you are stuck
In your darkest night.

A dream is a promise
That you make to yourself
So don’t let it go
Lying on some shelf.

Believe in your dreams
With all of your heart
Even if you fall
Don’t give up, make a new start.

A dream is a torch in a mist
To make you see things through
So believe and follow it
And it just may come true.

Fear
What is fear?
Why do we feel it?
Is it just a feeling?
Or is it something different?

Fear is something
That we all feel.
It is something
That may or may not heal.

Our greatest fears
Are worse than worst
Our smaller fears
Are something that feels like a curse.

What makes your blood run cold?
What makes your neck prickle?
It is the fear in your bones
That runs down in a trickle.

What is that thing
That is always so very near?
It is the evil and cruel
The despicable fear.

Magical Me
If I were a Unicorn
I’d gallop around and have my fun.
If I were a phoenix
I’d shine as bright as the sun.
If I were a pixie
I’d be up to mischief all day.
If I were a fairy
I’d sleep on a bed of hay.
If I were a mermaid
I’d dance across the seven seas.
If I were a dragon
I’d be a trusty steed.
If I were a griffin
I’d stand tall and proud.
If I were a gnome
I’d live under the ground.
If I were an angel
I would always speak the truth.
If I were a ghost
I’d sneak up and shout ‘BOO’!

What Makes Shishukunj Special

What makes Shishukunj Special?
What makes it special
Is the atmosphere and enthusiasm
The merry chirping of birds
And the red and brown leaves of autumn.

Our greeting makes it one of a kind
When everyone says “Namaste”
Every pupil becomes confident and bright
And we feel ready to face the day.

The teachers are respectful and kind
Each student is like a blooming flower
And the helpers teach us about hard work and honesty
We learn from them as the clock ticks hour by hour.

And these halls we walk
They’ve become our homes
Benches and classrooms
We can call our own.

Everything in this school makes me feel special
And that’s why Shishkunj is unique
And it is not only I
But we all feel that way as here we can all be free.

Friendship day
These will be just one of those good old days
When we remember all the friends that we have made
And the dos and don’ts we learnt along the way
And the gift of friendship that should never stray.

Those friends that we trust
Are so much like ourselves
We never realise it
Until they take us to other realms.

With them you can be
Who you wanna be
Your spirit soars
And you set it free.

These friends we’ve made
Are whom we trust
And may this bond
For forever never rust.

With them you don’t have to pretend
Just be yourself and you’ll be fine
Be true and loyal
Having a true friend is a feeling so divine.

The most beautiful thing on Earth
What is the prettiest thing on Earth?
I was asked by my friend
I got lost in the possibilities
I thought they could never end.

Is it the rainbow?
Is it the butterfly?
Is it the flower?
Is it the blue sky?

Is it the crystal?
Is it the diamond?
Is it the ruby?
Is it the emerald?

Is it the river?
Is it the sea?
Is it the ocean?
Is it the tree?

As I pondered on this
I sat with a frown
Then I discovered that thing
For me, it is the sight of my hometown.