This is me!

By Srushti Srikanth, Grade 7, BGS National Public School – Bangalore
You may think I am soft,
You may think I am sweet,
And that is what I’ll be
If you are nice to me.
There are two sides to a coin,
Two amazing sides to see
One is mean savage
And the other is sugary sweet.
Everyone has feelings,
I have them too.
But I like to stay positive
For the sake of you.
I’ll be your best friend,
I’ll listen to you.
If you treat me with respect
I’ll respect you too.
But if you look down upon me
And act like I’m dirt,
Let’s see how you like it
After you get badly hurt.
You can shout, you can curse,
You can praise, you can sing,
But for better or worse
I’ll stay the same thing.
Now you may think I’m cruel,
You may think I am mean,
But nice is what I’ll be
If you nice to me.
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SHE

Written by Sreeranjini Sureshbabu, Grade 8 – L, Our Own English High School, Sharjah

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An eccentric happy soul was she yesterday,

Frolicking in the antics of her own heart

Adept at spreading accord and love

Abruptly dissolves her gentle smile.

Agile in the summer sunshine grass,

How have you forgotten to smile?

Splashing in the rain puddles,

How have you forgotten to dance?

Beneath a plain old hood

Where are those ardent blue eyes?

Something seems amiss in you, my friend.

How have you fallen into your own shadow?

Where is that playful wide grin of yours?

How have you become aloof from yourself?

Accurately articulating your thoughts yesterday,

How did today turn out so different?

Oh dear friend! Where are you?

Why have you apprehended yourself?

Do not let go of your wonderful insanity,

Set fire to those shackles and break free!

*Photo courtesy Google, chosen by the poet herself

I Woke Up with a Headache

  • By Sachyit Manoj

I woke up with a headache

Seeing the gingerbread man awake.

I asked him, “What ‘re you doing up so early?”

And he said, “I just want to make my hair more curly.”

I got really annoyed at him, like most,

And all I wanted was for him to leave my coast.

I then started brushing my teeth with white chocolate,

Turned on the TV to watch Harry Potter and Goblet.

Then I went to take bath while eating my candy cane,

Just staring outside at the trees from my window pane.

Just when I saw the sun rise right above my house,

And years of hard work vanished – just like my spouse.

Wandering in the Green

 – Sreeranjini Sureshbabu, Grade 7 – L, Our Own English High School, Sharjah 

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Noise of the wind rushing through leaves fill my ears

All that joy I can no more to bear

The beauty and wisdom of nature

Touch my heart mystically.

Stepping forward with a confident heart

I race through clusters of leaves

Wind gushing into my ears

Whispering words unfamiliar to me

Warm rays of sunlight on the forest floor

Urge me to the next door

I brace myself for surprises to come

As the wind passes by, jingling the green.

Creaking of twigs, splashing of puddles

One more step and I jump into a river,

Whose cold waters lift my spirits.

I soak myself to my heart’s content

As I step onto land

The current tugs at my legs

Pulling me back

Least bothered am I about it

As my life goes out of grasp

The waters carry me afar

To the verge of a not-so-high waterfall

I take a deep breath and without a thought

Dive into the blue depths.

With a heavy splash I land

Gasping I swim to the surface

Hoping for wild

Blood-curdling adventures

I swim and reach the bank

Waiting for the tug at my feet

But nothing happens

And so I go on without a destination

I walk and walk until I became breathless

And I call out to the earth surrounding me:

Oh mother earth! How wonderful you are!

Your beauty mesmerising, your wisdom profound!

You nurture me in those arms of yours….

Oh! All I want is to live forever

And seek yet more wonders awaiting me!

As I move forward

Thick dark clouds assemble, hiding the sun

A few drops fall from the sky

In no time the storm strengthens

Making this the best day of my lifetime!

I raise my arms and fall on my knees

Feeling the rain on the surroundings and self

I feel complete, at last

As the rain drops and the green

Fill the chasm of sadness

With ever-lasting happiness…

Call of the Wilderness

Anagha Photograph (1)     Anagha Arun, Grade – 8A, Leaders Private School – Sharjah

 

Irresistible is the fragrance

Of the freshly bloomed daffodils,

That sway in rhythm

With the cool April breeze

The desire to venture

Into the bosom of nature

Lures me

But I shall not go

As something warns me

That ahead lies danger

Perhaps life threatening

The trees seem so welcoming

As the leaves whisper a lullaby

Or are they chanting a wicked spell

To poison the souls of my kindred

The ripe mangoes of yonder tree

Seem so tempting

But could they be a decoy

To lull one into a trap

Nay, I shall not go

Though the forest beckons me

I shall trust my conscience

Than follow an unknown trail.

SONG OF THE RAIN

  • By Sreeranjini Sureshbabu, Grade 6 – L, Our Own English High School, Sharjah 

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Drops of rain trickled down the window

Each drop collected with a splash below.

The song of the rain continues

With a constant flow.

I watched through the blur

As the rain kept making new rhythms

The world in front of my eyes

Covered in a watery fuzz.

I opened the window

And the wind washed my face

Into the open I looked.

The mist smiled with a cloudy haze

The cool breeze passed by,

Kissing my cheek.

I smiled and laughed

Replying to the songs of the rain.

A New Year

  • Written by Sreeranjini Sureshbabu, Grade 6 – L, Our Own English High School, Sharjah 

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Always with great expectations

My year starts

Always with satisfaction

My year ends

Celebrations of joy

Laughter heard above the sky

A new year comes opening the doors

Finding ways to above floors

Maybe missing the past,

Maybe wishing for wonderful paths,

We wander,

But are never lost

Another future we weave,

Never attempting to predict

A new year awaits

Laughing with joy, forgetting the past…                                                                                          

The Future

By Sreeranjini Sureshbabu, Grade 6 – L, Our Own English High School, Sharjah 

Will the future be bright?

Or will it be a bad sight?

Will the next generation have a good time?

Or will life just be a mime?

Will the world flourish?

Or will that just stay a wish?

Will we be able to care for us?

Or will we keep making a fuss?

Are we supposed to die, breaking each other’s heart?

Or die, falling apart?

Are we to live in misery?

Or be fiery?

Will we ever hold hands together and smile?

Or will we keep cursing each other for a while?

Will evil be the one that rules?

And will we be his fools?

Will we ever know the meaning of happiness?

Or will we forever be slaves of sadness?