Writer's Garden

Writer's Garden

A Leaf

Soft and small
Delicate and light
Green and fresh
Are the words with which a leaf is described
Fluttering with the breeze
They come in many a size and shape
Be it a humongous banana or a fragile touch-me-not
Forever they are trying to move
But held down are they by stem and soil
Eventually they win their fight
But worn out, yellow, tattered and torn
But as beautiful as the green one that battles on up in the canopy
In the soft, harsh and weak sunshine of spring, summer and winter
When the breeze blows.....

Prarthana S. Prasad
Sri Kumaran Children’s Home

I Wish
I wish to become a Detective,
I wish to become a Doctor,
I wish to become an Astronaut,
I wish to become a Scientist,
I wish to become a dentist.
I wish to become everything
I want to be
But first I want to become
A better human being.

Mansi M.
10 years old Vth
School. Sirsi

You must read this Poem

When you are called names remember

If bullies mock and reject you
Repeat after the poet, please:
A cat’s a wonderful creature
That does not converse with its fleas.

Brian Patten

Flying carpets

The people in the bazaar were all wearing new clothes. Mehrunnisa and Kehrunnisa were carrying bundles of sweets and gifts. They were very proud of the new clothes and chikan embroidery they were wearing. Mehrunnisa's kurta was deep pink and Kehrunnisa's had nothing but pale green.

Their father Ashok was a mat maker. But for some reason not many people bought carpets from him. He had counted. Only ten or eleven people had bought his carpets.

Suddenly, one day, his wife Nisha's mother was ill. The bad part was that she was out of station. So poor Ashok had no choice but to send his wife and children to their grandmother. And so he did. But it cost him all the money he had. After they said their farewells and were off, it got worse. Not one person would even come near the shop even though Ashok spent all his time making beautiful carpets.

One night, he had made a mistake in one of the carpets. But it wasn't bad. It just looked like an old dial. So he said to himself,

"I will keep this carpet because it looks a little shabbier than the others. Nobody is buying my carpets anyway." And so he kept the carpet. One night, he fell off his bed and noticed it was morning. He lay flat on his carpet. He saw the old dial-like shape and ran his finger around it seven times. Then the carpet started vibrating. Ashok thought it was a dream and shut his eyes. When he opened them, he was soaring high in the sky on his carpet.

He had a brilliant idea. If he made carpets with dials on them, they would fly! And somehow he managed to steer the carpet back home and noticed his family would arrive in an hour's time. As soon as they got back home, he told them the whole story and taught them how to make carpets. Soon they were a rich family and lived happily ever after.

S R Tejas (10 years)
5th Standard,
RV Public School,
Basavanagudi, Bangalore

In the cold night

I wandered alone inthe lonely night
I felt the sad wind and it gave me a bad hint
A hint that somewhere......something had gone wrong
in my mind came a feeling of sadness
I walked further and further
to the trees
And I felt an icy cold breeze
which made me freeze
But wait.....it was
not the breeze in which I
froze, but the saddest
sight that made me still with fright
There on the ground
lay my dearest hound
my very own doggy...Tims

Amitha Sujith VII A
Rajagiri Public School


Let us dance
On the banks of the Amazon
To beauty, love and joy
Dancing and Dancing,
Till the evening fades

Let us sing
By the side of the nightingale
A lovely song that we always remember
Singing and Singing,
To drive away the blues
Let us dream
Letting some light shine
In our lonely hearts
Dreaming and Dreaming,
Giving joy to our souls
For long and forever

Srinidhi R.

A circle of friends

I can talk with a friend
And walk with a friend
And share my umbrella in the rain
I can play with a friend
And stay with a friend
And learn with a friend
and explain
I can eat with a friend
And compete with a friend
And take pride with a friend
A friend can mean so much to me!
I had a box of crayons,
All shiny, straight and new.
I lent a friend one crayon,
And... oops... it broke in two!
My friendsaid she was sorry,
But I said “I don’t care,
‘Cause now we both can colour
With one Crayon... we can share!”

R Brundha V C,
Cluny Convent High School Jalahalli.

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