Trees have their own beauty,

By cutting them we make environment dirty.

Trees are a treasure we all need,

From them we get fresh air to breathe.

Planting trees is a great deed,

Trees of some breeds produce fruits that are sweet.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only god can make a tree.

Sahil Mahajan, VIII-A,
St. Luke’s Senior Secondary School, Solan

Examinations are coming near,

For these one waits with tension and fear.

Subjects are all mixed up like a jam in the brain,

Time is running out like a missing train.

History’s theory, dates and terms,

Knock the brain like germs.

Mathematics is a confusing and horrible subject,

Which tells me that all fun should I neglect.

Punjabi, English and geography teachers, all take tests,

That hinder my rest.

No games, enjoyment and play in routine,

Sitting with books and notes even in the canteen.

All the laws of physics, biology and chemistry,

Help me to learn and solve their mystery.

Computers are mixed with practicals of java,

Answers ooze out of the brain like a lava.

Ankita Goyal, IX-A,
St. Joseph’s Convent School, Ferozepore