Shishukunj

Heroes Around Us – 4

Rishika Jain, Class VIII G

The real hero for me is my dad.

He is the person who never makes me sad,

He is always there for me when I’m depressed,

He helps me with my work when I’m stressed.

Without you I am nothing,

With you I can achieve anything.

You’re different, you’re not like the rest,

I love you dad, you are the best!

Shaan Chaddha, Class VIII G

The heroes around me are my teachers,

As they are very nice and helpful creatures.

They are there to help us any time,

As they think that helping is not a crime.

They teach us how to deal with the problems of life,

And teach us to speak after thinking twice.

Finally, they look after the students very well,

There are many qualities about them to tell.

Heroes Around Us – 3

Shivansh Raghuwanshi, Class VIII G

Our country needs heroes

Heroes who will not think once before sacrificing for our country.

They can be found anywhere.

A hero can be anyone,

A mother, a father or a teacher.

They are the ones because of whom,

No other country can beat us.

My hero doesn’t have any special powers,

My hero doesn’t have wings,

My hero doesn’t have special costumes,

My hero is different from any supercreature.

My heroes are ordinary human beings,

My heroes makes me smart,

My heroes change my future,

My heroes help me learn,

My heroes are my teachers!

Class VIII G

The people who can,

The people who will,

The people who work hard,

The people who never give up,

Are the real heroes around us.

The people who love their work,

The people who are inter-dependent,

The people who love their country,

The people who sacrifice themselves,

Are the real heroes around us.

Heroes Around Us – 2

Taha Aarsiwala, Class VIII G

Indian heroes, Indian heroes,

Who are those marvelous heroes?

Are these heroes around us,

Or standing or country’s borders?

I think everyone is an Indian hero.

From a sweeper to an engineer,

Form a student to a teacher,

From a gardener to a farmer.

They all make sacrifices,

Like our country’s freedom fighters,

Their hardwork, their attention,

Their liking for their jobs.

They make our Indian flag,

The flag of pride and brotherhood.

Jai Hind, Jai Bharat!

Khushi Singhi, Class VIII G

Becoming a hero is my ambition,

I’d do my job with a lot of fun!

Yes, in my life there will be ups and downs,

But I’ll not let my forehead be covered in frowns.

Ahead of me I have a long life,

But to reach the aim, I’ll have to fight.

Becoming a hero may not be an easy task,

Bu it’s no harder than chewing the grass!

Heroes Around Us – 1

Aarushi Jain, Class VIII G

Hardworking heroes,

Who have an aim in their life.

The mother who works from day to night in her life,

The father who completes the duties and holds the family,

Are the heroes around us!

The hero who saves the lives of people,

The doctor, with dedication and hard work,

The teacher, who gives up everything and teaches the students

The farmer, who grows crops,

Are all heroes around us!

The hard working heroes!

Pakhi Dave, Class VIII G

My heroes, my safety guards,

May they be full of strength and patience,

My heroes, my parents.

They provide me with my needs,

And can do anything for my well-being.

My heroes, my Indian soldiers,

Who sacrifice their normal lives,

Who take dangers to save our life.

My heroes, my didis and bhaiyas,

Day or night, for our comfort they strive.

Thank you to all the heroes,

Let all of us be proud of them.

Freedom

Lakshya Somani, Class IX A

70 years ago, this event took place,

100 years of history had taken shape.

We live in debt of those days,

When people like us were very brave.

They stood firm without a hesitation in their mind,

And because of their sacrifice we celebrate this time.

Our nation is now at a peak,

But its past has been rather bleak.

We have enjoyed these decades with glory,

But will we be able to continue our story?

The problems were different way back then,

But now they call us from deep in the glen.

The glen of evil, which is devoid of light,

Asks to be illuminated by modern minds.

Let us step out and repeat history,

So that we can continue our story.

A story of pride and bravery till date,

As we wake up to the Independence Day.

A Promise to Dad

Aastha Singh, Class X C

Mom! Where is dad?

And why are you so sad?

You know, everyone is enjoying this night,

And you are still here with tears in your sight?

Mom! Why have you changed into white?

And waiting for someone, I can’t see anyone in this light.

You know, I wanted to go with my friends on a spree,

And you are still here sitting under this tree?

Mom! Why are these men piling woods?

And why this bed out of those goods?

I saw dad’s friends carrying someone on their shoulders.

That man looked like dad. Mom, don’t cry,

My intention was not to make you sad.

Son! That man is your dad.

And we should be proud instead of sad.

He fought to save our country

But failed to save himself and returned from infantry.

Dad! Your son will fulfill your dream.

And I promise, I will never let my people scream.

You are my idol and you make me proud.

I promise one day your son will also stand out of the crowd.

Transferred

Gaurav Sharma, Class IX E

When I shifted to Delhi,

It was all so new,

My friends, only a few.

I didn’t like this,

I felt so much pain,

Like I was lost in a maze.

Then I joined a school,

I liked it a lot,

And it was so cool!

I was so sad

But then I found friends.

Now I have to again depart,

With them, how do I part?

Now all I feel once more is pain,

I have to depart once again.

It was 7:30 am and students had already started walking into the building of the Shishukunj International School. The Senior Wing as they call it. There was already a queue for the uniform check. Some students were already caught, not red-handed but for dirty shoes or unkempt uniform. It had become a tradition not just a daily routine.

But that morning was different. As I stepped out of the bus, a cool breeze was blowing and when I saw from a distance that the teachers were there to check our uniform at the entrance, the reality hit me.

This is the last year that our batch would undergo the uniform check. Suddenly, I started feeling all grown up. Time had played a game with us and it was pretty clear that it was time to make a final move, to end the game.

We came to the school long ago as tiny tots and now we’d been groomed into elderly kids, ready to walk out into the world of grownups. We surely had passed our tests and reached the finale of ‘How to be a good kid’. Now it was time for us to start practicing ‘how to be a grown up’.

Life may not be fair always, but it surely is what you make of it. It’s a kaleidoscope. No matter how you shake it, you’d always get a beautiful pattern. Same here. Various good and not so good shakes later, we are a beautiful pattern, preparing to move out to impress the world with our uniqueness.