An ode to birds that can fly...
A young girl's perspective...
A poem about how much we love rain.
A poem about a family.
I was a goat, Who was on the boat. I was tied, To be killed and fried. I had lost my parents, For whom it happened like me. A man was holding me, But I tried to become free. They took me to a butcher, Who was whacking meat on the furniture. He… Continue reading Poor Little Goat
Oh, the tree, They are free. Trees are strong, And all so long. The trees give oxygen, They give shade to me. … Continue reading The Trees
I am an animal, But not a bird. I give birth to a calf, I do not give an egg. I give milk But I am not a camel, buffalo or a horse. Oh! I do not give silk. You give me grass, I do not eat glass. I have a tail I do not… Continue reading The Cow
When the sun rises, Flowers start blooming, And birds start chirping...me me...me me... What lovely nature. People get up and make coffee, To drink and see nature. Once I saw a kingfisher, Sitting on the branches. The kingfisher was the colour blue and dark blue. What lovely nature! India has beautiful nature. Written by Keerthana,… Continue reading Blooming Flowers, Chirping Birds
I have a little sister, Her name is Sahana. My sister plays the role of her favourite teacher at home. We are all her students, Learning alphabets. We should not disobey her, Yearning for her love. Written by Suhas, STD VI.
Candles give light when we light it... There are many different types of candles like magical candle... They work when we light it And when we blow it, It lights automatically and candles give light. On Christmas Christians light a candle and keep it in a church, And candles give light. But everyone feels sad… Continue reading Candles