Aashee Verma, Class VIII D
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Geronimo Stilton and Friends
Rashi Soni, Class VI F
Geronimo Stilton and Friends
A true gentlemouse to reckon,
Whom fun and adventures beckon.
Geronimo Stilton is his name,
Having fun is his game.
His favourite nephew is Benjamin,
Not Franklin if you’re considering him!
His sister is Thea,
Who in the name of adventure says ‘Whoa’!
With Trap in his family as a prankster,
His time is not spent like a cow in quiet pasture.
I love this rodent more than anyone,
‘cause he is real fun!
After a Beautiful Summer Day
After a beautiful, beautiful summer day,
You ought not make a fool of yourself by being sad not gay!
After a beautiful rainy evening,
Nobody should be frowning.
After a clear starry night,
A bad nightmare is not worth a fright.
After a beautiful hot summer day
Everyone should be happy and gay!
Once Upon a Time
Anwesha Ghosh, Class IX B
Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time,
She read a book about life,
Seemed pretty good to her –
The princess got her prince,
And they lived happily ever after.
Right?
Once upon a time,
She watched a movie about life,
Seemed pretty good to her –
The heroine found her hero,
And they lived happily ever after.
Right?
Once upon a time,
She grew up to embrace life,
Seemed pretty good to her.
But something went wrong,
The prince never showed up,
And the heroine got lost.
There never was a happily ever after.
Right.
One Day, One Moment
One day you’ll only have one breath left.
One day you’ll take your last step on earth.
One last look at the world.
And everything you wish you had ever said,
Will never be heard.
Sketches
By Parth Lahoti, Class VI F
Charlie’s Wish
Deetya Dalmia, Class VI C
So here’s an interesting story for you.
When the clouds were grey, and the grass had dew.
An ordinary boy named Charlie Bucket
In the winters wanted to have a crispy nugget.
But something else he had in his mind,
Was a golden ticket so much divine!
Even on his birthday he couldn’t afford much
But a Wonka candy bar would just be enough.
Oh! It was heaven….the special candy bar,
But having The Golden Ticket seemed very very far.
Don’t lose your hopes the boy said to himself,
There must be some success on The Golden Ticket shelf.
Just then he saw some paper, dumped in the snow,
‘I found ten cents!’ he shouted, ‘Wo ho!’
He rushed to the shop where the fat shopkeeper stood,
Laying the damp money on the table,
He spoke as fast as he could.
A Whipple Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight
He told the shopkeeper.
Seeing the boy’s restlessness, he told him to lessen his cheer
He picked the delicious treat, and held it in his hand.
Thinking and thinking and on with his dreamland.
He opened the wrapper and looked at the bar,
And when he saw The Golden Ticket, he rushed like a car.
He reached his house in less than half a minute.
He shouted as loud as he could, I’ve got The Golden Ticket!
What?!! The family shouted, ‘What did you say?’
Charlie yelled again, ‘Tomorrow is the day!’
He flew the next day to Wonka’s chocolate factory,
And the birthday and the visit were most satisfactory.
From that day on, people prayed on blissful joy,
So, this was the marvelous wish of an
Ordinary Boy!
Chocolate Fantasy
Saksham Jain, Class VI C
One Christmas Eve I had a weird dream.
I was a big chocolate full of cream.
Delicious, marvelous, chocolaty sweet,
From head to feet.
I was ready to give some one a wonderful treat.
I’d be your brownie delight.
Oh! Someone can eat me during day or at night.
Take my first bite every day at eleven,
And by the end of the bar,
It’s like you’re in heaven.
25th morning my alarm clock rang at seven.
To my surprise I woke up as a boy,
Under a blanket not a wrapper,
Without any cream.
Then I had to scream.
As I had received a basket full of chocolates.
Was it a present from a king or a queen?
I couldn’t understand whether it was
Christmas or Halloween.
Never mind, as I can munch my chocolate any time.
I love chocolates. Yes! I do.
Now tell me.
What about you?
My Brother
Advaita Shukla, Class IX E
(Prompt: On the lines of ‘Wind’ by Subramania Bharati, write a poem about a naughty cousin coming to visit you.)
Brother whenever you come,
I’m petrified to my core.
Because you tickle me so much,
That I run out of the door.
You want this, you want that,
I think I am going mad.
Going up the stairs and coming down,
To fetch what my master wants.
Your childish dreams, your eyes that gleam,
Fill me with love for you,
Although you trouble me,
Unintentionally so.
You laugh, you cry,
Although you trouble me,
I hate it when you say goodbye,
I love you after all!
My Little Brother
Aaditya Shukla, Class IX E
(Prompt: On the lines of ‘Wind’ by Subramania Bharati, write a poem about a naughty cousin coming to visit you.)
Don’t pull my hair,
Don’t scratch my face,
Don’t throw the food,
Don’t open the case.
Alas! You did all that,
But I know you are good at heart.
You are too cute to dislike,
I love you, you are the dearest.
Your mischiefs make my day,
Though all goes wrong,
I hope you stay for days,
Your vacation is long.
My brother, you are dear to me,
I love you from the core of my heart,
I hope you keep smiling forever,
And grow up to be strong.
Though small, you teach a lot,
To be happy, to be steadfast,
To be secure and firm,
And raise your flag up the mast!
Oh! My Dear!
Likhit Sethi, Class IX E
(Prompt: On the lines of ‘Wind’ by Subramania Bharati, write a poem about a naughty cousin coming to visit you.)
When you come,
Don’t scribble in my book,
Or tear my origami,
Don’t throw my books or my toys,
Out of the balcony.
Oh no! You’ve done it all!
Torn them and thrown them out!
You even tore my pillow,
And when I pointed at you,
You used your greatest power –
Your irritating, loud and annoying cry!
But never feel I don’t love you,
I’ll always be there for you,
It’s a part of childhood to be naughty,
And who’s going to fill my life
With humour and cheer,
If it weren’t for you and your naughtiness?
Oh! My dear!
When You Come Home
Pranav Dubey, Class IX E
(Prompt: On the lines of ‘Wind’ by Subramania Bharati, write a poem about a naughty cousin coming to visit you.)
When you come home,
Please don’t kill me,
Please don’t grill me.
I will give you all my toys
You can act like a big boy.
You kick me, punch me,
And push me to the ground.
And when I see you coming,
I run all around.
With an innocent face like yours,
How can I lay a finger on you,
Even when you might deserve it?
I become blind to your mischiefs,
For your tenderness and care,
Which I will not get elsewhere.
And do come home whenever you want,
Because I love you brother.
