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CBSE Affiliation No. 1031254

Friend

Today my best friend and I took another stride,

And walked down the aisle with love not crime.

Locking hands and heart together,

Gathering all from near and yonder.

Today we declare

A love so rare

Beyond human reasoning,

And above every treachery,

Different from what others share,

That gives no way to tear.

Today I take my place in you

To fill the space like no one could

With nothing but ‘GRACE’

Becoming one in all

Today I remain

Your one and only flame

Blazing hot along each TRAIL

Burning hurt and all its PAIN

Keeping ‘past’ where it belongs

As it’s for you I will always burn.

The Old Banyan Tree

The old banyan tree has seen everything. The older he grows, the more he has to say (you won’t hear him, neither would I- You know, it is commonly only the younger soul that has the tendency to let the world know what it knows. The older it gets, that world seems to squeeze into that little heart, which is much more satisfied by silence, than any external sound.) The old tree stays there. He has developed strong roots with its place of origin, and so many of them, that it’s impossible to uproot it from there. He has seen life; he has experienced life. He has, I believe, understood life more than anyone else…for that kind of patience can’t be seen in any human ever born. Countless times he has seen his leaves turning brown and crumpling away, leaving the tree bare- shivering with cold and hoping for them to return someday. Then that day comes too. He starts again; he nurtures every single leaf into the green beauty. The leaves also in turn adorn the tree and please him with their comforting ruffling. The tree becomes new every spring, yet grows older year after year.

A spider has woven its web on one of his branches, while a bird has made its nest. There might be hundreds of little insects thriving on his long, ever-growing roots, and he pleasantly lets them be there.

You can always spot that faint smile through his wrinkles. No matter how hard the rain hits his body, no matter how the cold freezes his movement, he has learnt to bear all that. He stands still and strong when we tend to hide ourselves under an umbrella or try to find comfort in the cozy sweaters.

He is proud – proud to be unlike the never satisfied humans- while being down to earth (its natural tendency, right?). He might not know what’s happening in the world far-off, but he knows all what’s in his vision. Every time I see him, it seems to tell me something (perhaps, he tries to tell everyone that thing). I never understand what he really means, nor do I think I would, ever. But whatever he says, he is right, as I know that he is the old banyan tree, who has seen everything.

Pretty Anxious for a Complaint

The day of result was what I dreaded for

Pretty anxious I was not only for the result

But also, what the teachers could complain about.

 

Never getting a complaint from any teacher

I had set a record uptil now

All I did wrong was to be the silence breaker

And as the session progressed,

I couldn’t stop thinking about visiting a peace maker.

 

As time passed, I was on my toes

Full of beans and there it goes.

When I told my parents what I had been up to

They had warned me not to cross the line.

 

But to my surprise,

My teacher saw through my eyes.

All he said was you are no less than anyone.

That made me believe that I could prove it to everyone.

 

Someone has truly said

“A teacher is a compass

that activates the magnets of curiosity, knowledge and wisdom.”

The Real God

And there he goes again.

For the sailor was back on a voyage,

Risks none, just a lot to gain,

This time choosing the right track.

 

The treasure was left buried somewhere

His goal was to find it all,

Myths and stories had he heard a lot

But no support to take the final call.

 

With guts and preparation, he left for the island,

Not alone but with a lot of courage,

Instead of jewels or a chest of coins

All that he found there was an old sage.

 

The sailor asked the sage for the treasure,

For he’d not understood the reality still,

Before going to the long sleep,

The sage finally said the magical words.

 

While going back home the sailor pondered

On how the words mean what,

In a few words the sage had explained

Something which even long essays fail to.

 

All that the sage had said,

Left a deep impact on the sailor,

For he had understood crystal clear

That he was his own god and his body his treasure.

Goopy and Bagha

Goopy and Bagha

Trisha Gajabi, Class VI B

If everybody had liked the beat of Byne and

If everybody had liked the song of Gyne,

Then they both couldn’t have met each other,

Their journey of adventure couldn’t have gone any further.

Their life would not have anything new yet,

Instead they formed a duet.

Ahoy, ahoy, ahoy, here comes the king of ghosts,

Asking them – what are the three things

That you want most?

We’ve got our wishes granted, but

If you were in our place,

What would have you wanted? – they said.

 

Books

Manya Shah, Class VI B

A book never asks whether you are young or old

Neither does it ask whether you are simple or bold.

It never asks whether you are rich or poor.

It just asks – can you read me sooner?

 

A book remains a man’s best friend,

Even when it has come to an end.

Books take me from reality to imaginary

In one and only place called a library.

Home Sweet Home

I am moving to my new home,

On top of it, there’s a dome.

I play day and night in the garden,

My mother says, “Come home, pardon.”

 

I even play video games,

With my best friend, James.

At my house, there’s a new lfower vase

I take care of it and look at its beautiful face.

 

In the summers, it’s too hot,

I sit under the AC, after I sweat a lot.

Out house looks very nice,

‘God! Please help! There are mice!”

 

I go to my school in the morning,

When I go, the sun is scorching.

In the evening, I stand up on the dome,

And I love my home sweet home!

The Scary Surprise

It was almost midnight and the city was in a deep slumber. Walking across the road was a man in wearing a black coat. It seemed he was trying not to be caught. He carried a briefcase in his hand and was scurrying hurriedly along the road.

Andrew had just stepped out of his restaurant and as he was walking out, he too saw the man rushing along the road. The man who seemed oddly familiar was rushing in the direction of the graveyard. Andrew felt it was someone he knew but just couldn’t put his finger on what it was. He thought of following the man but the idea of stalking a man wearing black to the graveyard in the middle of the night gave him the shivers. He gave up on the idea and headed straight towards home.

As he walked merrily on the street, he came across a pool of red liquid. The first guess was that it was blood. Startled with what he had seen, he backed away from the liquid. As he stepped away, a hand caught hold of him and pulled him back. He struggled to free himself but the grip was very firm. A blindfold over placed over his eyes and he was forced to walk down the road with the person behind him directing him.

Finally, they reached the destination where the person removed the blindfold. ‘Surprise!’ everyone yelled, with his wife standing in the center.

It was their anniversary and his wife had organised a party to celebrate. The man in the black coat was his best friend and the red liquid turned out to be fruit punch. He laughed at his cowardice and danced the night away. What a strange way to throw the best party ever!

When I Was a Child

When I was a child, to me,
It was a boon.
There was no school
And I slept till the noon.
Anytime it would be
April, May or June.
I would just watch cartoon.
There was no homework to do.
Just sit down in the afternoon.
My mother would feed me,
With a big spoon.
All I had to do was learn A, B, C
And then I was free!
No problem or worries I could see.
We friends played together,
I had no studies no pressure 
And thought I would last forever.