Cricket
India has won the match
By taking many a catch!
They hit runs in plenty
In the match twenty-twenty.
They worked as a team,
And gave best of the cream.
They all were enthusiastic,
And the game was fantastic.
They played for several hours
And hit many sixes and fours.
-Sachin.S.Kolarkar, VIII 'D'
Sri Kumaran Children's Home, (State board)
Mother
Mother gave birth to me
On this beautiful earth
Mother is my most dearest friend
She will be with me till the end
Her prayers to God are Heaven’s gift
A true mother is hard to find
She is like a beautiful flower
She always prays for blessings to shower on me
There is heaven in her feet
I will be always kind to her
I.A. Shaiq Abu Tahir, VII ‘A’,
Eden’s School
God is the creator
God is the creator of the whole world
He gives birth to all creatures
God is the one who gave me a good family
He made plants, animals,
birds and other living beings
He helps me in my exams
I ask him everything; but kindly
He has a very kind heart and blesses us all
I Shaiq Minif, IV std. ‘A’,
Eden’s School
My Friend
I like to go on a morning walk
With my friend to talk.
He brings his dog
In the morning fog.
He wants me to run
So that he will have fun.
He loves to read story books
He doesn't go by the wrapper's looks.
He is a nice friend
Who is ready to mend.
He loves to play on sand
And with a clay near the pond
Taking me as a member of the band.
-Sachin.S.Kolarkar
VIII 'D', S.K.C.H
My dream
It was a night after a spicy meal at dinner
It was a time to say goodnight to all
I heard my bed calling
I was eager to sleep
I saw my reflection in my dream
I saw that I was standing near a lake
where I forgot all my problems
I took a pebble to throw
and put my hand in water to row
I took one more pebble which was shining
when I broke it, it was shining
I realised it was a valuable gem!
I thought it was a small treasure for me
I was so astonished I screamed
And that was the end of my dream!
I. Nigar, IX std.,
Eden’s School, K.G.F.
The urban jungle
Swinging over metallic trees
are the urban animals.
They fight and clamour over
Their food and pay
The urban jungle is dense.
The sunlight is blocked out by a canopy
of grime, and comes in gossamer threads
entwined with frail particles of dust.
The fittest survive the race and rush
And climb the trees for fruit
Climbing higher and higher, till
They no longer can see the roots
The blaring cacophony beats into the hearts
Of the animals till they become one with it,
And part of the great orchestra
That takes over their lives
Alive, but not living, hearing but not listening
Looking, but not seeing,
Their senses are dull, save the one that
Tells them to keep working.
They hustle around in their jungle,
Immersed in the grey trees, in the grey sunshine
They are all but human,
in this urban jungle of theirs.
Sadarchita prasad
I PUC
Mount Carmel College
