Creative Models developed by Primary Children & Salad Designing

Poem Writing

My friend

My friend you are great

And you are a part of my life

My friend is the best

And clever too.

-Gayatri D. [vii]

Don’t know why

Deepavali comes once a year

Christmas comes once a year

Ramzan comes once a year

I don’t know why exams comes

Five times a year.

-Sailakshmi [vii]

Naughty parrot

Sneha is a little parrot

She loves to eat a lot of carrots

She makes us all laugh

Till we all cough

If we praise her for her beauty

She becomes very naughty.

-Sailakshmi[vii]

Incredible India

PUNJAB FOR FIGHTING,

BENGAL FOR WRITING.

SIKKIM FOR DUTY,

KASHMIR FOR BEAUTY.

RAJASTHAN FOR HISTORY,

MAHARASHTRA FOR VICTORY .

KARNATAKA FOR SILK,

HARYANA FOR MILK.

U.P. FOR SUGARCANES,

H.P.FOR APPLES.

ORRISA FOR TEMPLES,

M.P. FOR TRIBALS.

BIHAR FOR MINERALS,

EACH PLACE, EACH STATE.

MAKES INDIA SO GREAT!

MAKES INDIA SO GREAT !

-P.V.Vinitha (VII)

REFLECTIONS OF A WEEKEND

HOW TO AIR MY SORROWS
HOW TO AIR MY JOYS,
HOW TO AIR EVERY PASSING SECOND
TO A VALUEABLE LOT.

I LEAVE MY DINGY ABODE
AND FACE THE BIG ROUND MOON,
IT DOSENT HAVE A DOOR AT ALL
BUT THEN IT SEEMS A GREAT RELIEF.


I REFLECT ON THE DAY BY GONE
WELL! PROMISES WERE MADE
OFF, BUT IN VAIN
STILL I HANG ONTO UNFATHOMEBLE REASONs

SECONDS SEEMS A DRAG THESE DAYS
YOU WAIT IMPATIENTLY FOR AVENT TO BLOW UP,
BUT THEN THAT TOO PROOVES DISASTOROUS
AND LO! SLIPPING DOWN LONG WAVE LENGTHS.

ME SAYS IT SN’T A POEM AT ALL
SOUNDS MORE LIKE A SUICIDEL NOTE,
BUT THEN TO BE AUTHENTIC
THAT’S WHAT I FELT JUST NOW
HOW COME, IT ESCAPES BEING PENNED DOWN?

- C S JYOTHI (TGT ENG)

The squirrel

The squirrel which I saw

Was swift in flash of grey

Had sharp little nails on its claws

Seemed biting the tree in its play.

To small and too fast

Movement of its eyes did not last

Was really a sweet little creature

In the gods art of nature

It looked quite free

Liked nuts and stored them in tree

For itself it was caring

Never look to be sharing

Tired and tired everyday

I wanted to catch as I say

My attempts did not held him

Then too I like him a lot.

- Rahul kumar(VII)

FIRE

A precious resource; fire

Sometimes it spoil’s our desires

It eats our house,

It comes like a mouse

People call it fire

Fire burns on pyres

It makes us run like tyre

The days we cannot forget

When fire and we met

All the cries bygone

It made us alone

Alas! The cries that rose from fire

Was good enough to make memoir

Let’s fight this scare

Let’s join our hands

To wipe the tears that fell on the sand

Bless us, to stop fire  

- APARNA ANIL(VIII)