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Kashmeer
The sand grains of life
Falling quietly
Snow drops falling
with agony
After sometime
Agony filled in the
flowers also
Hudha y
Friendship
From the way of study
I got a magic box
In darkness,I used as a torch
Bulb was my teacher
Torch lightened my path of life
I enjoyed the life
Torch gave me some gift
My school friends
Yasira m
Time
Time is a fate
It has no date
Anyone can obstruct it
It was assured
STREAM
My life is a stream
But life has an end
A stream has no end.
Stream ,
like pure gold.
But my life
like rold gold
No one can say
when its colur fades..
My dear happy stream
You are the daughter of nature
SEENATH VII A
SUMMER
In my birth
I droughted me
Now all the rivers are deserts
All the trees like useless pens
Now
I am
Like a boat abandoned by the fisherman
Only a drop of water
in the hands of Dawn.
The wind
Went far away.
Crawling to end...
Like a thirsty dog
Sky closed its eyes
Dawn went to sleep
NEHA S VII A
HEART
The River
cries
The spade
still moves..
The River
Like the
painful heart of
a mother
The sobbing
river
******* ******
******
The river
Flows back
to the memories
VII A
The memories
Written on the
pages of River’s heart.
The poems
Flowered in
her heart.
***** ******* *******
But Now,
The River
Cries
The spade
still moves.
RAIN DROP
A rain drop
Fell
from the
sky
Then to
the grass
And to my heart
JANNATHUL FIRDOUSE
VII A
A VOYAGE OF
TWO DECADES
B
SYAMA , Teacher
Of
course ,
I feel very
proud to have completed two
decades of my voyage
as a teacher so far
successfully. Years passed quickly
and by fortune I
have had very innocent
kids (of six to
seven years of age)with me in my
journey. As childhood plays
an important role
in moulding the character
of a man , I
consciously gave them
much care ,
lots of love
and compassion. I gave
them love and
care of an affectionate mother
teaching them to
always tread the right
path. I never failed
to teach them
moral values. I used to
watch and enjoy their
mischiefs . That gave me
pleasure in times of distress. May
be that is
why I haven’t
been much affected
by the ups
and downs of my
life.
Now when
I look back
, many faces flash in to
my mind . Some
move swiftly, while some keep lingering. I hope
many of them would
have reached their
proper destinations , some may be
on their way
, some might have
only begun. But my
journey is not yet
over, it still
continues. I have to travel some more distance. More
than one deacde
remains for me
to sail through……….
I wish
the almighty shower on me
with the same health
and strength which he
had bestowed on me
till date to the end
MY MOTHER
ASHIFA
PS VII A
My mother loves
me most
I love her
best
Sung sweet hushaby
When I went
to sleep
My mom
Who Hugged and
kissed me
My mom
Who told me
beautiful stories
My mom
Who taught
me to
walk
My mom
Who gave me
food and milk
I love her
most
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