<p>The autobiography of a rain drop<br /><br />I came from the white sponge clouds,<br />I enjoyed my days in clouds,<br />Then I was pushed out of the cloud to<br />the world of nature.<br />I was very happy seeing my friends<br />coming with me...<br />They separated from me...<br />I was alone,<br />Singing a song of my own.<br />When I came close to land,<br />I felt bad it was haphazard...<br />A fear struck into my mind,<br />Where will I go in this haphazard land.<br />Will I be burnt in the burning fire,<br />Will I fall on the land,<br />Will I go inside a poor child's mouth,<br />Will I give happiness to plants.<br />A sudden wind blew,<br />I was pushed out to sea <br />I fell on a shell,<br />I became a beautiful, valuable, white pearl.<br /><em><br />By K. Karunya 9th Standard, A-Section<br />K.V. School Kolar Gold Fields</em></p>.<p>In the sea<br /><br />Just imagine - that you came to a beach to have some fun,<br /> you enjoyed a lot under the bright sun....<br />But just when you were playing...you fell!<br />you started drowning-too weak to yell(for help)<br />All you saw was a tall coconut tree,<br />and soon you were completely in the sea...<br />The wierd part is that you still survive,<br />but still in the sea struggling but alive.<br />just then you see a shark!!!<br />and on his skin was a small mark.<br />how would you survive, you can’t do anything..<br />to survive-----stop imagining!!<br /> <br /><em>Shivangi Dharne </em></p>.<p> My Dad<br /><br />Organized is how I will describe my dad,<br />He is neat and clean, <br />That's what I've seen.<br />He is spic and span<br />As clean as our fan<br />Because he knows he's our strong man.<br /><br />"My Dad is silly, my dad is mean",<br />Are words that I can only dream.<br />He is as gentle as he can be ,<br />That's why he loves someone like me.<br />He is as honest and hardworking as he can be,<br />That's why he is a true role model for me.<br /><br />Dad is very helpful and playful,<br />Even when my condition is very sorrowful.<br />When my sister gets cranky and mom gets angry,<br />Dad makes everyone happy<br /> with tricks which makes him very funny.<br />Mom is a ruby, Sis is a princess,<br />I am silver, But DAD IS PRICELESS!!<br /><em><br />Kshitij Kumbar, VIII G<br />Delhi Public School, Ahmedabad</em></p>.<p> Day of doom</p>.<p>26/11 was a day of doom<br />For which our country doesn't have any room.<br />The day was sorrowful, the day was saddening,<br /> The cries of people were really maddening.<br /><br />The terror struck, with all its might,<br />None of the officers were in sight.<br />The terrorists killed, all in sight,<br />Scenes which left, in us Indians, a deep scar of fright <br /><br /> We knew , that this was due,<br />"It's none's fault, none to sue"<br />Said a sheepish few, of the navy crew<br />Still, to terror attacks, who is new? The 26/11 attacks were a display of terror,<br />Which none of us could forget without any error.<br />We were prepared with armor, to fight against terror,<br />But the armor was pierced, with so much horror.<br /><br />We were shook by 26/11 attacks, from head to toe,<br />But we stood up bravely to fight against the foe.<br />This gives us a lesson, to sow the seeds,<br />Of right deeds and communal peace.<br /><em><br />Kshitij Kumbar,<br />VIII-G, <br />Delhi Public School, Ahmedabad</em> </p>.<p>My teacher!<br /><br />I love my teacher<br />The builder of my future<br />Loving is her nature<br />She gives us a long lecture &<br /><br />Also her blessings<br />She is like my second Mother<br />Like her there is no other<br />This is the time to thank her<br /><br />For teaching & guiding me<br />She is the one I can never<br />Suspect<br />She is the one I will always Respect<br /><br />She is the one I can never Forget<br />She have been more a friend to me<br />Sharing my joys & sorrows<br /><br />She is the best among the best<br />She is my life’s guest<br />She is also the one who<br />tells us not to be the worst.<br /><em><br />R Pavan Kumar<br />VIII ‘B’ Sri Kumaran’s School,<br />Bangalore </em><br /><br />The Falling Leaf<br /><br />A tiny leaf fell off my apple tree <br />Gently falling from side to side softly, safely floating by<br />It was just like the leaf was<br />falling in a dream<br />Then the leaf slowly landed<br />on the grass.<br /><em><br />James Lefrere (7)<br />(Poems from the Roald Dahl Foundation <br />First Poetry Competition).</em></p>.<p> Death<br /><br />No one knows of its arrival, whether late or soon, no one knows when one will meet his fateful doom.<br />Life, seemingly hasty bustling on,<br />leaving the past forever to be gone,<br />Ah, with peacefulness as life proceeds,<br />We forget the bitter fact indeed,<br />that we, are mortals, guests of today,<br />tomorrow, who knows, die we may.<br />And when death strikes like a bolt from the blue, it proves its solemn mightiness to be true, And then we all plunge into darkness and grief,<br />fall at death’s feet like a dead dry leaf,<br />Death engulfs near and dear ones into its deep dark trove,<br />destructing lives as if cutting down trees from a grove,<br />impossible, it is, to fight against death,<br />even if you would take aid of immense power and wealth,<br />this moment we live, as of today, yes,<br />but tomorrow, what would happen, can we guess? Hard to digest, yet one thing is for sure,<br />for this cruel thing called death, there is no cure...<br /><br /><em> Fathima, BTM Layout, B’lore.</em></p>
<p>The autobiography of a rain drop<br /><br />I came from the white sponge clouds,<br />I enjoyed my days in clouds,<br />Then I was pushed out of the cloud to<br />the world of nature.<br />I was very happy seeing my friends<br />coming with me...<br />They separated from me...<br />I was alone,<br />Singing a song of my own.<br />When I came close to land,<br />I felt bad it was haphazard...<br />A fear struck into my mind,<br />Where will I go in this haphazard land.<br />Will I be burnt in the burning fire,<br />Will I fall on the land,<br />Will I go inside a poor child's mouth,<br />Will I give happiness to plants.<br />A sudden wind blew,<br />I was pushed out to sea <br />I fell on a shell,<br />I became a beautiful, valuable, white pearl.<br /><em><br />By K. Karunya 9th Standard, A-Section<br />K.V. School Kolar Gold Fields</em></p>.<p>In the sea<br /><br />Just imagine - that you came to a beach to have some fun,<br /> you enjoyed a lot under the bright sun....<br />But just when you were playing...you fell!<br />you started drowning-too weak to yell(for help)<br />All you saw was a tall coconut tree,<br />and soon you were completely in the sea...<br />The wierd part is that you still survive,<br />but still in the sea struggling but alive.<br />just then you see a shark!!!<br />and on his skin was a small mark.<br />how would you survive, you can’t do anything..<br />to survive-----stop imagining!!<br /> <br /><em>Shivangi Dharne </em></p>.<p> My Dad<br /><br />Organized is how I will describe my dad,<br />He is neat and clean, <br />That's what I've seen.<br />He is spic and span<br />As clean as our fan<br />Because he knows he's our strong man.<br /><br />"My Dad is silly, my dad is mean",<br />Are words that I can only dream.<br />He is as gentle as he can be ,<br />That's why he loves someone like me.<br />He is as honest and hardworking as he can be,<br />That's why he is a true role model for me.<br /><br />Dad is very helpful and playful,<br />Even when my condition is very sorrowful.<br />When my sister gets cranky and mom gets angry,<br />Dad makes everyone happy<br /> with tricks which makes him very funny.<br />Mom is a ruby, Sis is a princess,<br />I am silver, But DAD IS PRICELESS!!<br /><em><br />Kshitij Kumbar, VIII G<br />Delhi Public School, Ahmedabad</em></p>.<p> Day of doom</p>.<p>26/11 was a day of doom<br />For which our country doesn't have any room.<br />The day was sorrowful, the day was saddening,<br /> The cries of people were really maddening.<br /><br />The terror struck, with all its might,<br />None of the officers were in sight.<br />The terrorists killed, all in sight,<br />Scenes which left, in us Indians, a deep scar of fright <br /><br /> We knew , that this was due,<br />"It's none's fault, none to sue"<br />Said a sheepish few, of the navy crew<br />Still, to terror attacks, who is new? The 26/11 attacks were a display of terror,<br />Which none of us could forget without any error.<br />We were prepared with armor, to fight against terror,<br />But the armor was pierced, with so much horror.<br /><br />We were shook by 26/11 attacks, from head to toe,<br />But we stood up bravely to fight against the foe.<br />This gives us a lesson, to sow the seeds,<br />Of right deeds and communal peace.<br /><em><br />Kshitij Kumbar,<br />VIII-G, <br />Delhi Public School, Ahmedabad</em> </p>.<p>My teacher!<br /><br />I love my teacher<br />The builder of my future<br />Loving is her nature<br />She gives us a long lecture &<br /><br />Also her blessings<br />She is like my second Mother<br />Like her there is no other<br />This is the time to thank her<br /><br />For teaching & guiding me<br />She is the one I can never<br />Suspect<br />She is the one I will always Respect<br /><br />She is the one I can never Forget<br />She have been more a friend to me<br />Sharing my joys & sorrows<br /><br />She is the best among the best<br />She is my life’s guest<br />She is also the one who<br />tells us not to be the worst.<br /><em><br />R Pavan Kumar<br />VIII ‘B’ Sri Kumaran’s School,<br />Bangalore </em><br /><br />The Falling Leaf<br /><br />A tiny leaf fell off my apple tree <br />Gently falling from side to side softly, safely floating by<br />It was just like the leaf was<br />falling in a dream<br />Then the leaf slowly landed<br />on the grass.<br /><em><br />James Lefrere (7)<br />(Poems from the Roald Dahl Foundation <br />First Poetry Competition).</em></p>.<p> Death<br /><br />No one knows of its arrival, whether late or soon, no one knows when one will meet his fateful doom.<br />Life, seemingly hasty bustling on,<br />leaving the past forever to be gone,<br />Ah, with peacefulness as life proceeds,<br />We forget the bitter fact indeed,<br />that we, are mortals, guests of today,<br />tomorrow, who knows, die we may.<br />And when death strikes like a bolt from the blue, it proves its solemn mightiness to be true, And then we all plunge into darkness and grief,<br />fall at death’s feet like a dead dry leaf,<br />Death engulfs near and dear ones into its deep dark trove,<br />destructing lives as if cutting down trees from a grove,<br />impossible, it is, to fight against death,<br />even if you would take aid of immense power and wealth,<br />this moment we live, as of today, yes,<br />but tomorrow, what would happen, can we guess? Hard to digest, yet one thing is for sure,<br />for this cruel thing called death, there is no cure...<br /><br /><em> Fathima, BTM Layout, B’lore.</em></p>
