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Chikki Chachu

Kaustubh Khandelwal, Class VI G

Loving, caring and polite,

Is the person I adore.

No wonder he loves me,

But I love my chikki Chachu more.

Neither does he scold me,

Nor get angry.

He is always calm and funny,

And access to his mobile is free.

In times of struggle,

He stands by like a rock.

Giving me inspiration,

To face all the major shocks.

Chikki Chachu, I love you,

I wish you remain the same.

May god bless you,

With money, might and fame!

My Sweet Little Brother

My Sweet Little BrotherYatharth Jain, Class VI E

My Brother!

He’s only one year old,

He is really little,

But is naughty and bold!

He loves to pick up things,

And put them in his mouth,

So when I am with him,

I always have to watch out!

He smiles when I jump,

And is very happy when I dance.

So I love to jump for him,

And dance at every chance.

My Little BrotherJivisha Prasad, Class VI E

My brother is my younger,

Goes crazy out of hunger.

His eyes are big in anger,

Can’t bear hunger any longer.

He is just seven to ponder,

But is a master of computer,

When compared to me, he’s shorter,

But in know, in future, he’ll do wonder.

On Saturday, everyone from our building decided to visit Somanipuram for a picnic on Sunday. I was so excited about the trip that I got up early in the morning. We packed our bags with all required materials.

We friends had decided to sit in the same car but our hopes were shattered when we saw Sonu Aunty heading towards our car. She stood next to the car and said, “Children, I am sitting with you!” If you know Sonu aunty, you’d know that after letting her in, there was hardly any space left for anyone else. Our parents asked us to join them but I said, “No, we can manage in the boot.”

Thankfully, they allowed us to sit together in the boot. All through the journey we had to listen to Sonu aunty’s jokes. They were not funny at all, but we had to laugh out of politeness.

We finally reached Somanipuram. It was such a relief. After breakfast, my friend and I played on the soldiers’ net. That was my favourite. We played on each and every swing and finally decided to go to the swimming pool.

After a very enjoyable time, we returned home and laughed as much as we could on our way back. It really was a fun trip!

The Adventure of the Prince and the Princess

Shreya Shukla, Class VI G

Once upon a time, in a magnificent castle, lived a young prince and a little princess. They were very naughty and enjoyed troubling people. Once, they decided to pull a prank on a witch name Urzula.

As planned, they threw a stone into the witch’s house and ran away. The stone accidentally hit the witch. Urzula was furious and cursed whoever threw the stone to turn into a lizard and a parrot.

Alas! To their dismay, the prince and princess really turned into a parrot and a lizard. They were grief-stricken. They did every possible thing to please the witch but she did not take the curse away.

Now, the people of the kingdom did not recognize the prince and the princess. So, if they tried to get into their homes, the citizens threw stones at them or hit them with sticks.

Poor prince and princess! How they wished somebody would come to their rescue.

Finally, one day, the witch took pity on them and said to them, “You will have to go to the Faraway Tree and get me a leaf of that tree.”

The prince and princess joyfully agreed. After all, they were fed up of the treatment they had received from the people.

They brought the leaf of that tree and the witch removed the curse. As they turned back into the prince and princess, they promised never to trouble anyone in future.

Dear Mom

My MomVanshika Jain, Class VI B

My mom is the best,

In doing our work, she’ll never rest.

My mom just rocks,

She has the key to all locks.

She’s always awake,

And never takes a break.

She’s so very helpful,

Aha! The most beautiful.

She is equal to god,

In every sense, she’s my almighty God!

Dear MomDarsh Kansal, Class VI G

You have helped me in times of need,

Just as one waters a dry seed.

In difficult times, I sought your advice,

That made me grow and rise.

You have taught me how to speak

In your own wonderful way.

It is a true privilege to be your son,

Thank you for all you have done.

A Dad Like Mine

A Dad Like MineAryaki Puranik, Class VI F

May all have a dad like mine,

Strong and proud like a mountain high.

Teaching and holding me when I cry,

He picks me up and lets me again try.

Laughing and playing from noon to moon,

With me and my sister till we swoon.

Even when I succeed in life,

For me he’ll always be in the lead.

May all have a dad like mine.

FatherShabbir Alavi, Class VI E

We play, we would run,

You always made sure I won.

You laughed at my jokes,

Together we had lots of fun.

Love you father, my dear dad,

Whenever, whatever fears I had,

You always put them to rest,

You are the best, the best!

My DadAaryama Singh, Class VI F

I call my father ‘Papa’ and ‘Dad’,

He plays with me when I am sad.

He is so loving and caring,

He tells me to be smart and daring.

I feel safe when he is with me,

He is the ‘Super Hero’ of my family.

I enjoy when he plays with me,

I love my father very much, just as he loves me.

My Younger Brother

My Younger BrotherAditya Mahajan, Class VI F

He is two years old but always plays a role,

He plays with tiger and makes him bark.

He hits sister and she hits him,

But when she is scolded, he keeps quiet.

He always runs here and there,

But when he falls he laughs at himself.

When he wakes up he sits quietly,

But when he doesn’t find his mother, he starts to cry.

He is cute but naughty too,

My dear brother Shashwat, I love you!

My BrotherKevin Thomas, Class VI F

My brother who is ten and a half,

Is the dearest pal I have.

He’s all I have through thick and thin,

Since he’s my twin brother.

A very friendly chap is he,

Always willing to help.

We share all our joys and sorrows together,

But still manage to fight!

Our quarrels once resolved,

We still decide to spend most times together.

For there is no one in this world I feel,

Who can be so dear as my brother.

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Father Of The Nation

Shruti Biyani, Class IX D

He was skinny, he wore glasses,

Never supported society’s classes.

He never cared about the fruit,

But just stood up for the truth.

Father of my Nation,

Accept my salutation!

He taught us peace,

He was patient against the tease.

No leisure, no arrogance,

He just aimed for freedom’s fragrance.

He struggled for our rights,

Incredible was his non-violent fight.

Father of my Nation,

Accept my salutation!

Inspiring was his Quit India Movement,

Which emerged as India’s achievement.

When people in Jalliawala Bagh cried,

He united the Indian tribe.

Father of my Nation,

Accept my salutation!

None stopped lamenting when he died,

But his guides kept us tied.

People obeyed his commands,

He spun the independence and the yarn.

Father of my Nation,

Accept my salutation!

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Chikki Chachu

Kaustubh Khandelwal, Class VI G

My Sweet Little Brother

My Sweet Little BrotherYatharth Jain, Class VI E

My Little BrotherJivisha Prasad, Class VI E

Best Out of Waste

Inter-House Best out of Waste

A Fun Trip

Aaryama Singh, Class VI F

The Adventure of the Prince and the Princess

Shreya Shukla, Class VI G

Dear Mom

My MomVanshika Jain, Class VI B

Dear MomDarsh Kansal, Class VI G

A Dad Like Mine

A Dad Like MineAryaki Puranik, Class VI F

FatherShabbir Alavi, Class VI E

My DadAaryama Singh, Class VI F

My Younger Brother

My Younger BrotherAditya Mahajan, Class VI F

My BrotherKevin Thomas, Class VI F

Campaign for Energy Conservation

Our entries for the Painting competition under the National Campaign for Energy Conservation.

Father Of The Nation

Shruti Biyani, Class IX D

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