Poem: Inside My School Bag

In the outside my bag looks clean and nice,

But inside there are pencils and markers everywhere, even mice!

It's like a little city where towers are books,

And ink and eraser dust is all they eat and cook,

All my pencils are like tiny people down there, 

And they see my hand like its a warning or a jumpscare,

They see my pouch as their little home,

And they use my erasers as garden gnomes,

I don't really care in any way,

But still they have rent to pay,

Poem By: Muhammed Abdulla Saballe Balouch and Fawzan Ahmed 

Grade 5A4

Poem: Summertime

It was a sunny afternoon,

The sand was blowing in my eyes.

My parents would arrive pretty soon,

My brother was eating french fries.

I was making a sandcastle,

Without any hassle.

Something  swooped across the sea with might,

And I jumped up with fright!

I ran into the water,

Ignoring the boat motor.

There was a seagull,

Sitting with an eagle. 

I fell out of bed,

A big lump on my head!

I realized that I was dreaming,

Uh oh,my mother was fuming!

By Padmini Vinod, Humaira Sallaudin Shaikh and Nivedya Praphul Das

Poem: The Calm After the Storm

Exams are done, I’m free at last,

But stress still holds me, moving fast.
"Did you study?" They always ask,
Revise, revise, it’s such a task.

Why must we race, always in a hurry,
When life feels filled with worry?
Why can’t school be full of fun,
Where joy and laughter always run?

A world with peace, no tests to take,
Where learning’s easy, not a fake.
For now, I rest and clear my mind,
Dreaming of days with peace to find.

No more grades, no more pressure,
Just sunny days, a simple treasure.
Where every moment is a chance to play,
And all my worries fade away.

Let the days be slow and bright,
No deadlines chasing through the night.
Just open skies and endless dreams,
Where life is easier than it seems.

For now, I rest, but soon I’ll rise,
To face the world with clearer eyes.
Maybe one day, we’ll all be free,
From exams, from stress, just being me.

Muhammad Raihaan 5A1

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Hello 2025!

The New Year’s here, it’s 2025,

A time to cheer and feel alive.
Goodbye! Old year, we’ll wave to you, 
Hello! New Year, fresh and new!

We’ll set our goals, we’ll dream so high,

Reach for the stars up in the sky.

We’ll learn, we’ll grow, we’ll give our best,

In school and play, we’ll pass each test.

Let’s share a smile, be kind each day,

Help a friend along the way. 

The world feels bright, the future’s near,

Let’s make it great this brand new-year!

So clap your hands, jump up with glee,

A better way for you and me.

It’s time to shine, it’s time to strive

Welcome, 2025!

                                                                       

By - Mukul Chugh  

Grade 4B

Story: The Red Lake

It was a hot, sunny day. Johny was thirsty. He went inside the house to drink water but all their drinking water was over. He asked his mother for some water,but she said,“Dear son, our lake has turned red and none of the villagers go near the lake. We have to get water from a village that’s very far away. I am feeling sick today. Could you fetch some water for both of us?” 

Johny agreed to do so and he stepped outside the house to bring some water. He went inside a dense forest. He walked a lot and his thirst only increased. When he was walking near the red lake, he couldn’t control his thirst. So, he drank some of the water from that lake.He said,”Wow! How sweet is this water! He drank until he was satisfied. 

Soon after,he fell into a deep sleep. In his dream,Johny saw a monster with blood all over his body. The monster’s necklace and bracelet were made out of bones and flesh. The monster said, “You are a plump,little boy. You are going to be my dinner. HA HA HA!” 

The monster asked his servants Dholu and Mohan to catch Johny. The little boy ran as fast as lightning,but Dholu caught Johny. Johny was about to get punched by the strong and mighty Mohan, when suddenly, he woke up from his dream. Johny was scared.he thought about never returning to this lake. 

As he got up to run,he lost his balance and fell into the lake. Because he was scared,he tried swimming back,but something was stuck around his legs. He thought it was the monster he saw in his dream, pulling him back into the lake. He couldn’t escape.The harder he tried, the more tangled he got. 

He got tired soon. He remembered his mother’s words - stay calm in tricky situations and think! 

He went underwater and checked his leg. It was just a red -colored weed. He got rid of the weed and understood that this was what was making the lake red and its sap was making people dream. 

He cleaned all the weeds from the lake and the water became blue again. The whole village thanked him for his bravery and cleverness.

 

MORAL OF THE STORY : Always stay calm and think hard in tricky situations, you’ll figure a way out. 

                                                                                                                            By : Aishanee Adiga

                                                                                                                                       Grade 3D

Expressions

Expressions show many feelings,

Anger makes us look  like we are overheating.

But for me the worst one is fear,

As I am afraid of nothing other than my own tears.

Envy shows a lot of jealousy,

This happens to young teens tremendously.

Anxiety also shows fear,

Acting cool won’t affect your peers.

Sadness expresses tears,

Maybe because our loved ones are not here.

Embarrassment is like a heart attack,

It’s like losing your school bag with all your things packed.

My most favorite one is joy,

It's the only thing which makes me feel like a little boy.

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Muhammed Abdulla Saballe Balouch and Fawzan Ahmed of Grade 5A4

Story: The Boy and the Pot

One day a boy named Amal was playing with his friends. After going home he peeped inside a pot and the coin in his pocket fell in the pot . The boy didn't realize the coin fell in the pot and the next day when he peeped inside the pot again, he saw a pile of coins and was shocked. After coming back from school he rushed to the pot and put one apple in it then he went to play. After that he saw a bushel of apples and he rushed to his mother and showed the pot to his mother and the mother was surprised. They became rich selling apples.

The villagers were curious how the family became so rich. One of them saw the pot and complained to the king. The king said it must be our pot which we were searching for . Then the king ordered to get the pot and the soldiers quickly went to the rich person's house , found the pot and took it to the king. The king was very happy as he looked at the pot and fell into the pot and then he felt dizzy . After a while he woke up and he saw many kings were fighting . The real king also joined the fight and got killed. The rich family was worried “What are we going to do now?" said the boy. The mom replied, “ Let the pot go away because the king fell into the pot and now we understand that it is very dangerous to keep the pot , so now as we have enough money and food we can live happily without the pot .”

MORAL OF THE STORY : When you lose something let it go off gracefully.

Jessica Thotakuri - Grade 3A 

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