(A poem by Diya Kiran) At evening the sun takes a nap It’s awake early morning rising from the clouds lap We call this enchanted glory as sunset This period is a forever quest I need a break says the sun It sleeps and tells the stars to arrive in a ton People glare at that beautiful star going down the horizon It rises again until it’s job is forever
(A poem by Diya Kiran, VI Grade) Image Credit: WikiCommons I get stomped every now and then I lead a terrifying life till I reach my den I’d like something sweet to eat No insects, “I hate meat” We are disciplined, so we walk in a line Whether it is many or just nine No detective can find out footprint Even if you get a hint Elephants I am
(A poem by Diya Kiran, VI Grade) Image Credit: WikiCommons The first word I pronounce Till my piggy bank, filled with every ounce Until my feet touched the ground Then my parents were spellbound The first time I was walked to school And the time my dad helped me jump in the pool The heavy bag I carried while climbing the stairs The excitement I received when my project
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
(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
Rain (A poem by Diya Kiran, VI Grade) Image Credit: Wikicommons Rain is a beautiful part of nature Who knows if it will last till the future There is something enchanting to get drenched in rain When it crawls down from the head till your vein It’s born when two clouds put up a fight Might it be a peculiar sight It fills up thirst for ponds and lakes