Saturday, April 30, 2005


Rhyme time

My teacher

Teachers come and go

But ever so often one comes

Who makes learning fun

Her magic smile keeps us working

This makes our life blooming

Jolly nature is her feature

These are the qualities of my teacher.

Karanbir Singh Sidhu, Class-III D, St. Joseph’s Convent Secondary School, Bathinda

Spring time

Spring time is rhyme time

It is a time of joy for ever

As it acts like a refresher.

It is neither too hot nor too cold

There is fragrance of rose and marigold

Plants adorn new leaves

On them come humming the bees

Cuckoo and nightingale

play musical notes

And on the marshy water

charming lotus floats

Cool breeze dances in

the mustard fields

Peasants are busy with

collecting yields

I eagerly wait for this season

And wish to enjoy it

with every reason

Robin Malhotra, Class-IV C, Mount Carmel School, Hoshiarpur

True friend

Tree, oh! Tree,

You are not free.

We are being selfish,

When we cut your greens

Wood for houses

And food for ourselves

But we did not think about you,

Who is our best friend

Trees, oh! Trees,

I am sorry for our misdeeds.

Jyoti Thakur, Class VII, St. Mary’s Convent School, Kasauli

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