POEM OF DEVAKI J 9L

                                        

                                         Tell me why?

A gold fish swimming in the river,

and floats down steam,

till the current ends.

It swims in the orange sun rays of

the beautiful cool stream.

Suddenly a man came and,

caught the poor goldfish.

It wriggled through his arms,

struggling for freedom.

He lost control of the fish.

The fish skipped the forest,

asking for help,

and reached in the hands of a women,

hiding behind the rock.

Her hair was as gold as goldy locks.

Her eyes were blue as the ink of a pen.

Her lips was red as the crimson sky.

She was scared of something, or someone.

The women told all the sorrows to the fish.

The gold fish thought in her mind.

“Why women are not coming

in front of the society?”

we must fight for women’s right.

Women should not stand still like a puppet,

But they should rise like a scarlet sun

of the gamboge dawn.

But why, my little goldfish was found

floating in the toilet?

യുദ്ധവിരുദ്ധ ഗാനം

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സീനിയർ എസ് പി സി കേഡറ്റ്  എച്ച് എസ് വിഭാഗം   

 

ഇനിയൊരു യുദ്ധം വേണ്ട

ഇനിയൊരു യുദ്ധം വേണ്ട

നാഗസാക്കികളിനി വേണ്ട

ഹിരോഷിമകൾ ഇനി വേണ്ട

ഇനിയൊരു യുദ്ധം വേണ്ടിവിടെ

                           

പട്ടിണികൊണ്ടു മരിക്കും കോടി

കുട്ടികളലമുറ കൊൾകേ

കോടികൾകൊണ്ടു ബോംബുണ്ടാക്കാൻ

കാടൻമാർക്കേ കഴിയൂ

ഇനിയൊരു യുദ്ധം വേണ്ടിവിടെ

 

വിശ്വസമാധാനത്തിനു വേണ്ടി

വിശ്വവിവേകം കേഴുന്നിവിടെ

മർദ്ദിതർ പാടുന്നിവിടെ

ഇനിയൊരു യുദ്ധം വേണ്ടിവിടെ

സമത്വമിവിടെ പുലരട്ടെ

സാഹോദര്യം പുലരട്ടെ

മാനവജീവിത രീതി ഉയർത്തിയ

സ്വാതന്ത്യക്കൊടി പാറട്ടെ

ഇനിയൊരു യുദ്ധം വേണ്ടിവിടെ

                                    

POEMS OF OUR STUDENTS

MY THOUGHTS AND DREAMS

                    NIRANJANA (XL)

                 

I was lonely there

But I enjoyed it

The soothing cool wind,

That blow every single minute

through my nerves

Woke me up from my thoughts and dreams

The scent of soil was deepening

And I think that they were

competing each other.

But they dropped themselves,

enjoying the cool climate.

Suddenly there came a snappy wind

And I realised that,

the sky was going to drop its drops

And I looked as far as I can

To find from where it came from

And I was standing there alone.......

                          PLEDGE OF US

                     ATHULYA (8J)

We can fight with corona(3)

                      without fear

We can fight with corona(3

            through break the chain

We can fight with corona (3)

                      by stay home

We can fight with corona (3)

                      by using mask

We can fight with corona(3)

                      through sanitizer

We can fight with corona (3)

                      through distance

We can fight with corona (3)

                     through happiness

We can fight with corona (3)

          through all these things

This is a pledge by us for everyone.

                           CORONA

                 ARYA KRISHNAN( 8C)

  Virus came in many countries.....

People named it Corona

Everywhere everywhere Corona

We are fighting with corona

Must be vigilant,

But not be feared..

By using masks and sanitizer,

We can fight with corona....

                           

                            DREAM    

  SANKEERTHANA P MENON (9J)

            

Fly fly fly like an eagle

To the sky of your dreams

Get up and see your dreams

And try to catch them.

You will fail at first

Don't depress try best.

You win definetely

But not immediately

You can you an you can

Thought everyday in your life

At last you win

You catch your dreams

And twinkle like a star

Oh!You are best

Oh!You are one,

Who win the game of life.

So you can give a

Thought to world

Which you learn from life.

"Fly fly fly like an eagle

To the sky of your dreams

Get up and see your dreams

And try to catch them"

 

        HOW TO WRITE A POEM

                          DEVAKI J (9L)

It was at nine,

I started writing poems.

I don't know were it came from,

From the sunrise or the northern skies.

It was not a voice,

nor words.

But I think it was the beauty of see

in things,

A street which I know,

boats and sailors or

flaming seen.

That feel makes me write the things

in the paper.

When I get a small piece of

Wonder,

 I write it in the paper

So, so, so, swiftly,

and my writing turns to be like

a centipede.

When I write a poem,

I feel the whole universe in

my hand.

Sometimes I feel it as a place

of poetry.

Poetry is full of images,

phrases and metaphors.

It is the nature itself,

that shows it's beauty and

a poet is tempted to write poems

about it!

Poetry sometimes turns to be like

a tree with different ants,

making their home.

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POEMS OF DEVAKI J 9L

After the eclipse
My father and I went to the
Russian center near my home.
There I saw a statue of a
man wearing a helmet.
I asked my father about him,
And he was the eminent astronaut,
Yuri Gagarin.
Then I remembered about
Laika the dog,
The first animal to go to space.
Laika is like a street dog
seen near my home.
She died like an omelet there.

The tart
Earlier I used to fear math,
Math was not right to
me at all to me.
But when I saw a pie,
I forgot it all.
My fear on math,
All floated away into a brook
through the marine.
A pie was discovered in the ancient Greek.
It’s right that poets dream of lives
foregone in the world’s fantastical.
Unlike all deserts,
Those luscious pies
we eat in all pie day are sweet,
But my opinion is,
Math is more saccharine.

The Folks
Dogs get in fight sometimes,
And turn to bite us in packs.
A group of monkeys
from the wild,
sometimes comes to the town
and steel our groceries.
But man,
Steal everything in the earth,
and that leads to chaos
A pandemic comes,
Once in a blue moon and
cause of that,
men die and population goes down.