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Really! This is my first poem ever written.

I hope it is loved by you.

Ishtpreet Singh Khroud, Class XI,
MM. Modi College, Patiala.

How beautiful is the rain!

After the dust and heat,

In the broad and fiery street,

In the narrow lane,

How beautiful is the rain!

How it clatters along the roofs,

Like the tramp of hoofs,

How it gushes and struggles out

From the throat of the overflowing spout!

Across the window pane,

It pours and pours,

And swift and wide,

Like a river down the gutter rears,

The rain, the welcome rain!

Near at hand,

from under the sheltering trees,

The farmers sees.

His pastures, and his fields of grain

As they bend their tops

To the numberless beating drops.

Of the incessant rain.

He counts it as no sin

That he sees therein

Only his own thrift and gain

Amritpal Singh, Class IX,
St. Francis Convent School, Amritsar.

Mother

Mother is a divine bliss,

Without her life is really a mess.

For us she has sacrified her life,

And she has performed all the,

Duties of a mother and a wife.

For she has made herself day and night to sweat,

But still she has tried to give us the best.

Mothers have always thought the best for us,

Without a mother our life would be worse.

The best friend of the child is his mother,

So we should never fight with her for others,

This the only way to reach our

Destination.

Then only God will consider us the best of his all

creations.

Abhinav Mahajan Class VIII-B,
Our Lady of Fatima Convent School, Patiala.