Poems

Here we have a collection of some of our self composed poems.

we hope you enjoy them…….

Granny & Grandpa - Bhageshri Sainath

Here follows a poem by Bhageshri , telling her grandparents to have rest while she & the siblings does their work…….

Granny grandpa you’re the best.

Granny grandpa, please seat and rest.

Granny don’t work too hard, Seat and play a game of

cards.  Helping gives us special

pleasure,You’re our only treasure.

The plants would be watered,The food would be cookedCome to the kitchen and

have a look. 

Your grandkids are not so bad,

Here we are, with two helping hands

My dear grandmother - Jagrathi G. Rai

Now we have a poem by Jagrathi , showing her love for her grandmother.

The poem goes like this….

My grandmother is very old, Still more precious than gold.

She cooks food all day long,Singing a lovely song.

 She never says ‘don’t’And gives me whatever I want.

She can solve any mystery,And is good in history.

She’s kind and humble,I have never seen her

grumble.I like my grandmother,She’s best of all mothers!

Now we have here a poem by Sindhuja to express her thoughts on her school bag which is heavy but still gives her lots of pleasure…

My heavy school bag!!P. Sindhuja

Look at my school bag,which I put on my back.It is more like a rice sack! When I hang it, I just say “oh my

back!”

It’s full of books and copiesWhy not biscuits and

toffees? Still this heavy bag, Gives me pleasure.Because it helps me, Study for my future.

Summer, a pleasure! Sabbi Jyoti

Now we have a poem by Jyoti showing the pleasures she experiences during hot season.

The poem goes like this…..

Summer! Summer! It’s hot as everWe are hot and sweatingAs if we have fever 

But summer is the best,With ice-creams and

vacationsWhen train stations are

packedAnd out of reservation.

The stupid peacock - Shruti D. Nalvekar - Manisha Polishi

The following poem is a combined

effort of Shruti, Manisha and a few other showing a proud peacock who thinks he looks ugly because of his thin feet…..

In a thick jungle, with tall trees,

There were birds, animals and bees.

Cuckoo was singing happily,She heard someone cry

suddenly.

It was the peacock unhappy and sad,

She flew to him, to make him glad.

The peacock said, “I hate myself”“I have such ugly feet.You won’t understand,

When yours are so sweet”

The cuckoo knew how beautiful he was,

She knew how great he was.His feet didn’t matter,If they were thin.If they were fatter,The worst feet, they would have

been

Poor ShabanaTaniya Bhomik

This is a poem by Taniya about a women Shabana who is very poor……

In a village of HaryanaThere lived a woman, Shabana.

She collected wood every day, Saturday, Sunday and Monday.

Her daughter helped her to do this work,

They didn’t have money, How could they shirk

There was lots of smoke As the wood was damp.They cooked their food

Under a small lamp.

Shabana always suffered with cough,This rough work was really tough.

But she has no other way,She had to do it with joy and gay.

When there was no money to buy food,How will there be money to buy wood?

My parents Anukriti Kauskik

Now we have here a poem by Anukriti about her wonderful parents and to express her love towards them.

The poem goes like this…..

My parents are my life,I’ll never tell them lies.Chocolate toffees, apple slice,They give everything that is nice. 

They give me solutionsFor every big confusion

They give me tuition,For every school question.

 My father is the head of the family,He makes sure I live happily.My mother is like mother Mary,She gives me rice and curry.

Rain through a window Siddhi Kulkarni

This is a poem my Siddhi of how she sees the rain through a window…..

As I got bored with my pen,I went to the window to watch the

rain.The wind blew on the stormy night,The thunder (as always) gave such a

fright! 

When the lights failed,And the dogs wailed. As the earth soaked,

The frogs croaked. 

All the windows closed,

As the rain came in.Not a sight of a man On the street was

seen….

Rain Arpitha Lee Babu

Rain is not over yet……….. we have one more

poem by Arpitha to show how she enjoys the gentle drizzle of rain….

Rain! Rain!Keep singing always.I want to get out like a jet,And get fully wet.

Rain! Rain!Make the world green.

Keep the flowers happy,And make everything look merry!!!

Why Siddhi Kulkarni

We have one more poem by Siddhi stating the various questions that may come in a child's mind.

The sky changes colorsThe birds fly highI just can’t imagine.Why? Why? Why?

Who started studies?Who started schools? When was it started?

I don’t know why.Water comes from rain…Rain from clouds….Clouds from water vapor….Why?Just sit and try, To find out why.

Deep in the jungledeep in the oceans

all about historyWhy should we bother?

Just sit and try To find out why

Why do we say,Sorry, thanks, hi, bye?Why are some mighty?Why are some shy?I’m curious to knowWhy? Why? Why?

Goa Akanksha Parab

Now we have a poem by Akanksh, stating the beauty of the heavenly state of Goa

The poem goes like this…………..

California of India,Is our lovely Goa.

Having beaches and churches,

And coconut trees.And marvelous temples,

More like dimples.Having beauty of heavenPlease don’t let it litter.

Welcome to tourist,No entry for terrorist.

It’s importance is vary,As here we eat fish curry.

Childhood Akanksha Parab

Here we have one more and the last poem by Akanksha in which she thinks about the childhood though her future….

When I see my school ,I remember my friends.It’s quiet difficult,To live without them.The days when we played

together,Were the happiest daysNow it’s the time ,When I don’t get time,Nor to rest,Neither to play.I would love to enter,My childhood again…………

Class : seventh “A”Group: row ‘1’(girls)

Anukriti Akanksha Arpitha Bhageshri Jagrathi Jyoti

Manisha Samruddhi Shruti Sindhuja Siddhi Taniya

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