Image Credit: WikiCommons, WikiCommons (A poem by Diya Kiran, VI Grade) I go through pain Which is hard to explain Why is the second form of me the best This is way it makes me depressed Why should there be change in me Which I totally disagree Am I so ugly you can’t take a glimpse Everyone’s good in their own way even the chimps You may think
Image Credit: WikiCommons The season right after The chilly winter A beautiful occasion For a wonderful vacation Relaxing under the hot sun And having a whale of a time in the beach The season which you get yummy fruits Which are the best And when it ends it will be a precious memory
(A poem by Diya Kiran, VI Grade) Image Credit: WikiCommons The academic year ends So we buy clothes that trend A splash in the pool Look at ice-cream let your mouth drool Let the harvest season begun Till the vegies are of a ton Seasonal fruits are stacked in our house Men it’s your duty to cut them up not your spouse Let the door of fun open
(A poem by Aadya Prasad, V Grade) My mom is the GK who knows everything My dad is the atlas Who locates any place you ask My cousin is the joke book Whos jokes are very funny and sometimes stupid My aunt is the cookbook Who always comes up with new recipes My uncle is the big math book Who solves any equation you ask My