Life is a game.

Life is a game of cricket

With a fear of losing a wicket

If you have to bowl

Do not start to howl

If you are selected to bat

Accept it with a wave of your hat.

If you are caught

Or bowled for a naught

Then do not cry,

Nor ask why?

Just think

and you will know in a while,

Because life is a game of cricket,

and somebody has to loose a wicket.

— Prince Shoor, 10 +2 St. Soldier Divine
 Public School, Jalandhar

The birds fly,

In the sky.

In the sunny, bright morning,

Birds are chirping.

They make nests on the trees,

But I don’t know their breed.

The birds fly,

In the sky.

They are fond of rice,

Which they find very nice.

They are free to fly,

They fly very high.

The birds fly,

In the sky.

I also want to fly,

In the wonderful sky.

But I am a girl,

And I’ll live like a girl.

God put birds in their right place,

And he also put me in my right place.

Thus, the birds may fly,

And fly high in the sky.

Twinkle, twinkle little star.

Daddy bought a motor car.

Push the button,

Pull the choke,

Off we go in a cloud of smoke..

Twinkle twinkle little star.

Daddy bought a motor car.

— Jagmit Sidhu, Class I, St John’s
 High School, Chandigarh