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.
