Yash’s poems

Poems by ten year old Yash at the BUDDING BARDS workshop…

friend

MY BEST FRIEND

My best friend’s name is Yugank.

He gets a good rank.

He is a boy.

He likes toys.

He has long hair.

He is very fair.

He likes to share.

His face is like a bear!

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nature

NATURE

The moon appears at night

And does not fight.

The sun appears in the morning

It’s like a ball of hot, burning.

The flowers are bright,

It’s a beautiful sight.

The birds are flying high in the sky,

And always say bye!

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Yash Gupta is a student of class V at Manav Sthali School, New Delhi, INDIA

Krishiv’s poem

Nine year old Krishiv Jindal has said such a lot in four brief lines … amazing! 

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parents

MY PARENTS

My mother and my father are my parents.

They scold me for my own good.

That is why I love them,

And always behave as I should!

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Krishiv Jindal is a student of class V at Bhatnagar International School, New Delhi, INDIA

Aarav’s poem

Nine year old Aarav Mittal wrote this cute little poem about his school at the BUDDING BARDS workshop by KEYSTONE CREATIVES on 17th & 18th May, 2016…

max

MY SCHOOL

My school is very big,

It’s colour is brown.

The classes are till 12th,

It has a huge ground.

In the ground we play games.

MAXFORT is the school’s name!

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Aarav Mittal is a student of class V at Maxfort School, Ashok Vihar, New Delhi, INDIA

Aayush’s poem

Here’s the poem written by Aayush Pahwa at the BUDDING BARDS workshop by KEYSTONE CREATIVES on 17th & 18th May, 2016 …

football

MY FAVOURITE GAME

Everyday I play football.

I go to the park when my friends call.

We go to play in the park,

We don’t play in the dark.

At home I play with my brothers,

In school I play with others!

Aayush Pahwa is a student of class V at Bal Bharti Public School, Pitampura, New Delhi, INDIA

Nimisha’s poems

Here are the poems written by 9 year old Nimisha Jain at the BUDDING BARDS workshop by KEYSTONE CREATIVES on 17th & 18th May, 2016

cat

THE CAT

There was a cat

A cat with a hat.

Her eyes were grey

Her smile was wild.

She was a stray

Who destroyed everything piled.

She liked to steal cakes

And eat them along the lake.

She liked to lick her fur

While she purred.

I think she was very wise,

As she caught naughty mice!

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choco

CHOCOLATES

If my father goes anywhere,

He always gets chocolates for me.

I always like to eat them,

But my mother does not give me more than three.

Whenever she is sleeping,

I try to take more.

But she always wakes up and catches me,

And locks the fridge door!

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Nimisha Jain is a student of Class IV at DPS Vasant Vihar, New Delhi, INDIA

Ditya’s poem

Seven year old Ditya Jindal was one of the youngest participants in the Budding Bards Workshop by Keystone Creatives on 17th and 18th May 2016. Here is the poem she wrote:

MY FAMILY

family

My mother looks like Barbie,

My grandparents are very nice.

My brother is a smart boy,

And my father is very wise!

Ditya Jindal is a student of class III at Saplings School, New Delhi, INDIA

Yug’s poems

Seven year old Yug Gupta was one of the youngest participants in the Budding Bards Workshop by Keystone Creatives on 17th and 18th May 2016. Here we bring you the poems he wrote:

teddyMY FAVOURITE TOY

My favourite toy is teddy bear

I play with teddy bear

I love you teddy bear

My best friend is teddy bear!

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bdgiftsA BIRTHDAY POEM

My birthday comes on 22nd October.

I love you birthday.

I get many things.

I am happy on my birthday.

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Yug Gupta is a student of class II at Bal Bharti School, Pusa Road, New Delhi, INDIA

My Sweet Mom

by Shivalika Rupani

Imagine if Mothers were not there:
Who would take care?
Who would love us;
Who would stop us from making a fuss?
Who would stop us from being bad;
Who would never make us sad?
Who would give us a cuddle;
Who would give us a love bundle?
Who would be there with us when we are alone;
Who would save us from a cyclone?
Who would make us understand;
Who would allow us to play with the sand?
Who would allow us to go on the com:
Only our sweet and loving mom!
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Shivalika Rupani is 9 years old and studies in class IV at Billabong High School, Mumbai, India. She loves to draw, paint, eat Maggi and write.

A World Without Boundaries

by Natasha Singh 

Just think, how free:
A world without boundaries!
With no guns or violent sound;
With happiness all around!
All the religions would be together;
No enmity–behave like brothers!
There would be happiness, day and night;
Peace and prosperity, left and right!
Just think, how free:
A world without boundaries!
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Natasha Singh is 10 years old and a student of  class V at Sanskriti School, New Delhi, India. She wrote this poem two years ago, when she was in class III. She loves reading, playing football and spending time with her friends.

Growing Plants

by Aranyani Swami

Three main things

Three main things

For plants to grow,

For plants to thrive;

In order to keep green plants alive!

Plants need sun

Plants need sun

That’s number one

For plants to grow,

For plants to thrive;

In order to keep green plants alive!

Plants need air

Plants need air

Be aware, plants need air

For plants to grow,

For plants to thrive;

In order to keep green plants alive!

Plants need water

Plants need water

Especially when it is hotter,

For plants to grow,

For plants to thrive;

In order to keep green plants alive!

Aranyani Swami is seven and half years old. She is in Class III B in Sanskriti School, New Delhi, India. She likes reading, public speaking, making stories and writing poems.


	

Rain

by Sanjana Ghosh

Rain, o’ rain! How I wish you were going pit-a-pat pit-a-pat on my window sill.

But even when you flooded the path to my house, I still loved you as you were.

It was like a dream to me.

But when I came out to play with you, you weren’t there.

I knew you were playing hide and seek with me.

Suddenly I heard thunder claps and I got very scared.

And I ran back right into my house.

But I still love you rain.

Sanjana Ghosh is 10 years old and a student of class VI in Mumbai, India. She loves reading, dancing and taking wonderful photographs. She also loves painting and is starting to write occasionally.

My Dream

by Natasha Singh
Shine, shine little moon;
I wait all day to see you soon.
You appear half, you appear full;
You are the one I want to pull.
If you come down, we will talk a lot;
And play with my sister, a tiny tot.
We will eat all the sweets I get;
We will go to safaris, I bet.
We will play in a sports team;
And have lots of ice-cream.
But dreams are only dreams!
I stand at the window helplessly:
All I can do is wish and see!
Natasha Singh is 9 years old and a student of class V at Sanskriti School, New Delhi, India. She composed this poem when she was 7 years old.

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