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IS beautiful and nice, The people are brave and wise. Mountains so high, sea so blue; Rivers so wide, fields are green too. That is why India I love you. Amay Vikrama, Class I-D,
Delhi Public School, Chandigarh A sad spirit Boo hoo, boo hoo, Goes little boo. Boo is a spirit, always sad; on little things he goes mad. boo hoo, boo hoo, goes little Boo. He lives in a haunted house, but funny thing, he’s afraid of a mouse. Boo hoo, boo hoo, goes little Boo. He doesn’t know how to haunt, his friends do him taunt: "Boooohooo, boooohoo, there goes little Boo." Taksh Condanya, Class III-A, Delhi Public School, Chandigarh
Books Today I am feeling very good Because I have read Robin Hood. But in last chapter, when he was dying, I went to my room and started crying. Whenever I read Goose Bumps, My heart always quickly pumps. My favourite author is Jules Verne, His stories takes a sudden turn. HG Wells have written The Invisible Man, And of his The Time Machine I am a big fan. David Copperfield is a tragic book But you would like to read it, once you have taken a look. Short stories of Ruskin Bond, Are those of which I am found. Pranav Abrol, Class IX-C, Bhawan
Vidyalaya, Chandigarh Remember the martyrs Let us pay a tribute to those, Who gladly and willingly, sacrificed their lives, Forgetting about their children and wines. They were courageous, They were brave, Today, who remembers them and their graves. After death, Their names are registered in the history, Their death, sacrifice still remains a mystery. They stand on the front in cold or hot But after such anguish They often think what they have got. On dark nights, They are the ones on the border who roam. They are the real sons of motherland, Their sacrifice for India is grand, Let us salute, Pay a tribute, Vow to respect Remember them... Because they are great. Real heroes of motherland. Amisha Chawla, Class VIII, St Joseph’s Convent, Ferozepur This feature was published on February 7, 2004 |
