<p class="CrossHead">On the piano</p>.<p class="bodytext">My heart was racing, like a drum so loud,</p>.<p class="bodytext">I stepped on stage, in front of the crowd.</p>.<p class="bodytext">The piano gleamed, my fingers shook a bit,</p>.<p class="bodytext">But I was ready, this was my big hit!</p>.<p class="bodytext">The lights were bright, the hall so wide,</p>.<p class="bodytext">I took a breath, pushed nerves aside.</p>.<p class="bodytext">Each note I played felt like a dream,</p>.<p class="bodytext">My music flowed, like a steady stream.</p>.<p class="bodytext">The crowd clapped loud, I felt so tall,</p>.<p class="bodytext">I did it! I answered music’s call.</p>.<p class="bodytext">My smile was big, my heart felt light,</p>.<p class="bodytext">Playing piano on stage felt just right! </p>.<p class="bodytext">— <span class="bold">Kamakshi Kale, 12, </span>Pune, Maharashtra </p>.<p>---------------------------------------------</p>.<p class="CrossHead">When will we give peace a chance </p>.<p>I want peace not war,</p>.<p>It’s just a scar.</p>.<p>In the world’s brains…..</p>.<p>I don’t know when wisdom rains!</p>.<p>I just can’t imagine blood running from head to toe,</p>.<p>Even if it is of my enemy or foe.</p>.<p>Just imagine someone being shot in the head,</p>.<p>In the next second you see they are fallen dead!</p>.<p>Imagine someone being shot at point blank,</p>.<p>With no chance to defend themselves, not even a plank</p>.<p>All around you missiles and bombs….</p>.<p>All you see dead civilian tombs!</p>.<p>— <span class="bold"><strong>Anu Pragna Posem, 11,</strong></span> Ballari, Karnataka </p>.<p>---------------------------------------------</p>.<p class="CrossHead">The Berlin Wall</p>.<p>Cold stone divided East and West,</p>.<p>A wound where silent sorrow pressed.</p>.<p>For years it stood, a concrete line,</p>.<p>A cage of thought, of heart, of spine.</p>.<p>But whispers rose, then voices grew,</p>.<p>In candlelight, the courage flew.</p>.<p>With every chant, with every cry,</p>.<p>They shook the wall beneath the sky.</p>.<p>Then iron cracked, and fists rang true —</p>.<p>The wall gave way to something new.</p>.<p>Not brick, but hope, came tumbling down,</p>.<p>And freedom danced through shattered ground.</p>.<p>— <span class="bold"><strong>Harshal S Raj, 12, </strong></span>Bengaluru, Karnataka</p>.<p>-------------------------------------------</p>.<p class="CrossHead">My birth...</p>.<p>My significant event is my birth</p>.<p>The starting of my life on earth</p>.<p>Staring at day and crying at night</p>.<p>Made my childhood bright.</p>.<p>From dancing in the rain</p>.<p>To studying about loss and gain,</p>.<p>My transition from primary to high school</p>.<p>Was awesome and so cool.</p>.<p>My significant event is like a seed</p>.<p>That grew into a tall tree</p>.<p>Without any blame</p>.<p>It was just a small game.</p>.<p>— <span class="bold"><strong>Leah Aby Abraham, 13, </strong></span>Bengaluru, Karnataka</p>
<p class="CrossHead">On the piano</p>.<p class="bodytext">My heart was racing, like a drum so loud,</p>.<p class="bodytext">I stepped on stage, in front of the crowd.</p>.<p class="bodytext">The piano gleamed, my fingers shook a bit,</p>.<p class="bodytext">But I was ready, this was my big hit!</p>.<p class="bodytext">The lights were bright, the hall so wide,</p>.<p class="bodytext">I took a breath, pushed nerves aside.</p>.<p class="bodytext">Each note I played felt like a dream,</p>.<p class="bodytext">My music flowed, like a steady stream.</p>.<p class="bodytext">The crowd clapped loud, I felt so tall,</p>.<p class="bodytext">I did it! I answered music’s call.</p>.<p class="bodytext">My smile was big, my heart felt light,</p>.<p class="bodytext">Playing piano on stage felt just right! </p>.<p class="bodytext">— <span class="bold">Kamakshi Kale, 12, </span>Pune, Maharashtra </p>.<p>---------------------------------------------</p>.<p class="CrossHead">When will we give peace a chance </p>.<p>I want peace not war,</p>.<p>It’s just a scar.</p>.<p>In the world’s brains…..</p>.<p>I don’t know when wisdom rains!</p>.<p>I just can’t imagine blood running from head to toe,</p>.<p>Even if it is of my enemy or foe.</p>.<p>Just imagine someone being shot in the head,</p>.<p>In the next second you see they are fallen dead!</p>.<p>Imagine someone being shot at point blank,</p>.<p>With no chance to defend themselves, not even a plank</p>.<p>All around you missiles and bombs….</p>.<p>All you see dead civilian tombs!</p>.<p>— <span class="bold"><strong>Anu Pragna Posem, 11,</strong></span> Ballari, Karnataka </p>.<p>---------------------------------------------</p>.<p class="CrossHead">The Berlin Wall</p>.<p>Cold stone divided East and West,</p>.<p>A wound where silent sorrow pressed.</p>.<p>For years it stood, a concrete line,</p>.<p>A cage of thought, of heart, of spine.</p>.<p>But whispers rose, then voices grew,</p>.<p>In candlelight, the courage flew.</p>.<p>With every chant, with every cry,</p>.<p>They shook the wall beneath the sky.</p>.<p>Then iron cracked, and fists rang true —</p>.<p>The wall gave way to something new.</p>.<p>Not brick, but hope, came tumbling down,</p>.<p>And freedom danced through shattered ground.</p>.<p>— <span class="bold"><strong>Harshal S Raj, 12, </strong></span>Bengaluru, Karnataka</p>.<p>-------------------------------------------</p>.<p class="CrossHead">My birth...</p>.<p>My significant event is my birth</p>.<p>The starting of my life on earth</p>.<p>Staring at day and crying at night</p>.<p>Made my childhood bright.</p>.<p>From dancing in the rain</p>.<p>To studying about loss and gain,</p>.<p>My transition from primary to high school</p>.<p>Was awesome and so cool.</p>.<p>My significant event is like a seed</p>.<p>That grew into a tall tree</p>.<p>Without any blame</p>.<p>It was just a small game.</p>.<p>— <span class="bold"><strong>Leah Aby Abraham, 13, </strong></span>Bengaluru, Karnataka</p>