<p class="CrossHead">Uncovering stories</p>.<p>It was brown and red</p>.<p>Inside my head.</p>.<p>I could see it through my mind’s eye;</p>.<p>As I turned the knob slowly </p>.<p>I uncovered a story.</p>.<p>Filled with colours, reaching the sky</p>.<p>Many ideas, stories, creations —</p>.<p>All due to my imagination.</p>.<p>You can unlock it now,</p>.<p>If you turn that phone off soon!</p>.<p>It’ll remain a secret, you see;</p>.<p>Unless you use your mind’s key!</p>.<p><span class="bold"><strong>— Anvi Sharma, 12</strong></span></p>.<p>Bengaluru, Karnataka</p>.<p>---------------------------------------------</p>.<p class="CrossHead">Road to success</p>.<p>Patience, hard work and goals,</p>.<p>Leads to something much more,</p>.<p>Something which isn’t for few souls,</p>.<p>It leads to a secret door!</p>.<p>To ‘success’ that is the solitude;</p>.<p>Something that is away from attitude!</p>.<p>Step out to something far and bright</p>.<p>not to forget what consistency does;</p>.<p>You can do it, put your might,</p>.<p>something you won’t forget in a fuss,</p>.<p>Work and Work, and win your game</p>.<p>That will lead to eternal fame!</p>.<p><span class="bold"><strong>— Shriniketh B S, 11</strong></span></p>.<p>Bengaluru, Karnataka</p>.<p>---------------------------------------------</p>.<p class="CrossHead">Peeking through the keyhole of a dream</p>.<p>One dawn, as Rhea was walking through the garden ’twas</p>.<p>She saw a rustle through the leaves of an old tree covering an abandoned garden door.</p>.<p>She looked behind the leaves and found, </p>.<p>The key to the ancient door as the sun dawned,</p>.<p>And grasped the key and turned the lock.</p>.<p>But just then, she was blocked by a feeling of dread,</p>.<p>She quickly went through before the call for her daily bread.</p>.<p>When she went in, the door was locked </p>.<p>Rhea didn’t like the place, so she turned around, shocked </p>.<p>And pushed and shouted and asked herself, “Why?”</p>.<p>She woke up with a cry</p>.<p>Realising it was but a dream, when Mom came rushing as Rhea screamed.</p>.<p><span class="bold"><strong>— Amelia Mariam Lobo, 9</strong></span><br />Mangaluru, Karnataka</p>
<p class="CrossHead">Uncovering stories</p>.<p>It was brown and red</p>.<p>Inside my head.</p>.<p>I could see it through my mind’s eye;</p>.<p>As I turned the knob slowly </p>.<p>I uncovered a story.</p>.<p>Filled with colours, reaching the sky</p>.<p>Many ideas, stories, creations —</p>.<p>All due to my imagination.</p>.<p>You can unlock it now,</p>.<p>If you turn that phone off soon!</p>.<p>It’ll remain a secret, you see;</p>.<p>Unless you use your mind’s key!</p>.<p><span class="bold"><strong>— Anvi Sharma, 12</strong></span></p>.<p>Bengaluru, Karnataka</p>.<p>---------------------------------------------</p>.<p class="CrossHead">Road to success</p>.<p>Patience, hard work and goals,</p>.<p>Leads to something much more,</p>.<p>Something which isn’t for few souls,</p>.<p>It leads to a secret door!</p>.<p>To ‘success’ that is the solitude;</p>.<p>Something that is away from attitude!</p>.<p>Step out to something far and bright</p>.<p>not to forget what consistency does;</p>.<p>You can do it, put your might,</p>.<p>something you won’t forget in a fuss,</p>.<p>Work and Work, and win your game</p>.<p>That will lead to eternal fame!</p>.<p><span class="bold"><strong>— Shriniketh B S, 11</strong></span></p>.<p>Bengaluru, Karnataka</p>.<p>---------------------------------------------</p>.<p class="CrossHead">Peeking through the keyhole of a dream</p>.<p>One dawn, as Rhea was walking through the garden ’twas</p>.<p>She saw a rustle through the leaves of an old tree covering an abandoned garden door.</p>.<p>She looked behind the leaves and found, </p>.<p>The key to the ancient door as the sun dawned,</p>.<p>And grasped the key and turned the lock.</p>.<p>But just then, she was blocked by a feeling of dread,</p>.<p>She quickly went through before the call for her daily bread.</p>.<p>When she went in, the door was locked </p>.<p>Rhea didn’t like the place, so she turned around, shocked </p>.<p>And pushed and shouted and asked herself, “Why?”</p>.<p>She woke up with a cry</p>.<p>Realising it was but a dream, when Mom came rushing as Rhea screamed.</p>.<p><span class="bold"><strong>— Amelia Mariam Lobo, 9</strong></span><br />Mangaluru, Karnataka</p>