<p><br />You must read this poem<br /><br />Hope is the thing with feathers<br /><br /> Hope is the thing with feathers<br /><br /> That perches in the soul,<br /><br /> And sings the tune without the words<br /><br /> And never stops at all<br /><br /> And sweetest in the gale is heard;<br /><br /> And sore must be the storm<br /><br /> That could abash the little bird<br /><br /> That kept so many warm<br /><br /> I've heard it in the chillest land,<br /><br /> And on the strangest sea;<br /><br /> Yet, never, in extremity,<br /><br /> It asked a crumb of me<br /><br /><em> Emily Dickinson<br /><br /></em><br />Eyes<br /><br />Eyes, oh eyes,<br />you look so nice<br />you are in my face,<br />your colour is black,<br />In the middle a white spot<br />lookS different.<br />I can see nature with my eyes,<br />without you I can’t study.<br />So you are my best friend!<br /><br /><em>Sowmya L, III Std, Sathwik Vidya Mandir, Goraguntepalya</em></p>.<p>God<br /><br />I like God.<br />He blesses me always.<br />I decorate him with flowers,<br />I do pooja everyday.<br />Everyone likes you,<br />He gives us nature,<br />He gives us future,<br />That’s way you are great.<br /><br /><em>Sowmya L, III Std, Sathwik Vidya Mandir, Goraguntepalya</em></p>.<p>The Sun<br /><br />Sun, Sun, Sun,<br />you look nice,<br />You are so bright,<br />Morning you come,<br />Evening you go.<br />You are life,<br />No one is like you,<br />you are good,<br />So I like you,<br />My friend is the Sun.<br /><br /><em>Priya Bharathi, III Std, Sathwik Vidya Mandir, Goraguntepalya</em></p>.<p>My Mother<br /><br />Oh Mother,<br />you are sweet.<br />She likes me,<br />She cooks food for us,<br />I will eat nicely,<br />She helps me in my homework<br />If I ask for anything, she never says no,<br />That’s why I like my mother so much!<br /><br /><em>Sowmya L, Std III, Sathwik Vidya Mandir, Goraguntepalya</em></p>.<p>The sky<br /><br />Sky, sky, sky,<br />you are very high.<br />You are good.<br />Morning you are blue,<br />At night you are black<br />Clouds are in your lap...<br />Gives us rain.<br />We are grateful.<br />Sky, sky you are nice!</p>.<p><em>Arya RP, III Std, Sathwik Vidya Mandir, Goraguntepalya<br /></em><br />My friend<br /><br />I have lost a good friend,<br />I have lost a good friend.<br />She is in my dream,<br />She is in my heart;<br />But I never forget her in my life.<br />I liked her very much.<br /><br /><em>Ranjitha M, III Std, Sathwik Vidya Mandir, Goraguntepalya</em></p>.<p>A penny for a throne<br /><br />Out of nowhere came Mr Cold<br />He yelled, “Get out of here you piece of Gold”<br />He was referring to the Sun.<br />Commanding him to flee and run.<br />“I’ll occupy your throne for my entire life,<br />and mind you, I can kill you with my knife.<br />“I will not flee” said the Sun<br />“Your knife is harmless as I’ve a gun”<br />Mr Cold said “Your time is up”<br />So get packing and do buck up.<br />The Sun retorted “You are wrong”<br />My era still lives nice and long<br />Day and night the two debated,<br />To go down to the other each one <br />hated.<br /><br />Finally the Sun took out his purse,<br />and pulled out a penny muttering a wase.<br />Mr Cold this tribute is for you,<br />So please go away will you<br />So Mr Cold left with a penny,<br />Not knowing the throne produced lot many.<br />The time they fought is the winters heart,<br />The time they stopped is the summer’s start.<br /><br /><em>VR Chittaranjan, VIII ‘C’, Oxford Senior Secondary, Teacher, Teacher<br /></em><br />You make school<br /><br />so much fun,<br />You have time<br />for everyone.<br />You teach us whats<br />good, and what’s not,<br />so you are the<br />one sir love a lot<br /><br /><em>By Spoorthi</em></p>.<p>Money<br /><br />Man is dead without money!<br />No access to bread without money<br />Life is funny without money<br />Man is dead without money!<br />Money is as sweet as honey...<br /><br />Man is traiting oneself for money<br />And losing self-dignity for money<br />Man is dead without money!<br />Some choose unfair path to gain <br />money<br /><br />But some who choose honesty <br />& promptness<br />Will know the real value of money<br />Man is dead without money!</p>.<p><em>Arshiya Tabassum, IX Std., St. Joseph’s Girls High School, Chitradurga.<br /></em></p>
<p><br />You must read this poem<br /><br />Hope is the thing with feathers<br /><br /> Hope is the thing with feathers<br /><br /> That perches in the soul,<br /><br /> And sings the tune without the words<br /><br /> And never stops at all<br /><br /> And sweetest in the gale is heard;<br /><br /> And sore must be the storm<br /><br /> That could abash the little bird<br /><br /> That kept so many warm<br /><br /> I've heard it in the chillest land,<br /><br /> And on the strangest sea;<br /><br /> Yet, never, in extremity,<br /><br /> It asked a crumb of me<br /><br /><em> Emily Dickinson<br /><br /></em><br />Eyes<br /><br />Eyes, oh eyes,<br />you look so nice<br />you are in my face,<br />your colour is black,<br />In the middle a white spot<br />lookS different.<br />I can see nature with my eyes,<br />without you I can’t study.<br />So you are my best friend!<br /><br /><em>Sowmya L, III Std, Sathwik Vidya Mandir, Goraguntepalya</em></p>.<p>God<br /><br />I like God.<br />He blesses me always.<br />I decorate him with flowers,<br />I do pooja everyday.<br />Everyone likes you,<br />He gives us nature,<br />He gives us future,<br />That’s way you are great.<br /><br /><em>Sowmya L, III Std, Sathwik Vidya Mandir, Goraguntepalya</em></p>.<p>The Sun<br /><br />Sun, Sun, Sun,<br />you look nice,<br />You are so bright,<br />Morning you come,<br />Evening you go.<br />You are life,<br />No one is like you,<br />you are good,<br />So I like you,<br />My friend is the Sun.<br /><br /><em>Priya Bharathi, III Std, Sathwik Vidya Mandir, Goraguntepalya</em></p>.<p>My Mother<br /><br />Oh Mother,<br />you are sweet.<br />She likes me,<br />She cooks food for us,<br />I will eat nicely,<br />She helps me in my homework<br />If I ask for anything, she never says no,<br />That’s why I like my mother so much!<br /><br /><em>Sowmya L, Std III, Sathwik Vidya Mandir, Goraguntepalya</em></p>.<p>The sky<br /><br />Sky, sky, sky,<br />you are very high.<br />You are good.<br />Morning you are blue,<br />At night you are black<br />Clouds are in your lap...<br />Gives us rain.<br />We are grateful.<br />Sky, sky you are nice!</p>.<p><em>Arya RP, III Std, Sathwik Vidya Mandir, Goraguntepalya<br /></em><br />My friend<br /><br />I have lost a good friend,<br />I have lost a good friend.<br />She is in my dream,<br />She is in my heart;<br />But I never forget her in my life.<br />I liked her very much.<br /><br /><em>Ranjitha M, III Std, Sathwik Vidya Mandir, Goraguntepalya</em></p>.<p>A penny for a throne<br /><br />Out of nowhere came Mr Cold<br />He yelled, “Get out of here you piece of Gold”<br />He was referring to the Sun.<br />Commanding him to flee and run.<br />“I’ll occupy your throne for my entire life,<br />and mind you, I can kill you with my knife.<br />“I will not flee” said the Sun<br />“Your knife is harmless as I’ve a gun”<br />Mr Cold said “Your time is up”<br />So get packing and do buck up.<br />The Sun retorted “You are wrong”<br />My era still lives nice and long<br />Day and night the two debated,<br />To go down to the other each one <br />hated.<br /><br />Finally the Sun took out his purse,<br />and pulled out a penny muttering a wase.<br />Mr Cold this tribute is for you,<br />So please go away will you<br />So Mr Cold left with a penny,<br />Not knowing the throne produced lot many.<br />The time they fought is the winters heart,<br />The time they stopped is the summer’s start.<br /><br /><em>VR Chittaranjan, VIII ‘C’, Oxford Senior Secondary, Teacher, Teacher<br /></em><br />You make school<br /><br />so much fun,<br />You have time<br />for everyone.<br />You teach us whats<br />good, and what’s not,<br />so you are the<br />one sir love a lot<br /><br /><em>By Spoorthi</em></p>.<p>Money<br /><br />Man is dead without money!<br />No access to bread without money<br />Life is funny without money<br />Man is dead without money!<br />Money is as sweet as honey...<br /><br />Man is traiting oneself for money<br />And losing self-dignity for money<br />Man is dead without money!<br />Some choose unfair path to gain <br />money<br /><br />But some who choose honesty <br />& promptness<br />Will know the real value of money<br />Man is dead without money!</p>.<p><em>Arshiya Tabassum, IX Std., St. Joseph’s Girls High School, Chitradurga.<br /></em></p>