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Memories

Sidharth vattezhath
author04 Age: 12
Leaders Private School

I live in dubai

Faris
author04 Age: 9
Wellington DSO

Poem of peace

Aman sunesh
author04 Age: 12
Our Own High School

December

Aavani ragesh
author04 Age: 8
THE INDIAN HIGH SCHOOL

Eating butter

Adithi thankam
author04 Age: 10
M.E.S Indian School

Under the same cloud

Lamiya
author04 Age: 17
Gems Our Own Indian School
Poems

Memories

author04 Sidharth vattezhath Age: 12 Leaders Private School
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Memories

Life has some wonderful remembrances,

flashes of thoughts and instances.

When the future unfolds, they come into focus,

helping or warning for the journey thus.

 

All our memories start from here,

the home we spent our childhood years.

We learned life’s lessons from the dwellers of this abode,

they made our life in to an easy mode.

 

Thoughts of childhood, tranquil and sweet,

sometimes disrupting, but mostly a treat.

Passing as fast as joy filled days,

savoring till they go without a trace.

 

Our fondest memories are shared with friends,

We’ve fought endlessly and made amends.

We think of them as our very own,

forming a bond as strong as stone.

 

A powerful part of our long strife,

helping in removing every obstacle in life.

Leading us like a shepherd with his flock,

through a path so clear, devoid of any block.

 

Happiness can be summoned from the moments in the past,

as soon as we wish, they appear lightning fast.

They are stored with hordes of energy and thought,

this wonderful sensation cannot be bought.

 

The deeds we’ve done in the past,

either dissatisfying or noble.

They are engraved in the memory of the recipient,

our good actions to them will seem undoable.

 

Others deem us by our actions,

A hero or a foe to all.

The ways we might be portrayed are endless,

to be remembered and loved by all is our goal.

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Poems

I live in dubai

author04 Faris Age: 9 Wellington DSO
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Best-in_auto super

Happy to live in Dubai

I live in Dubai - it is so much fun!

Dubai has something for everyone:

It is colorful, friendly and full of events.

An outlook of future - that's what it presents!

Poems

Poem of peace

author04 Aman sunesh Age: 12 Our Own High School
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How and Why we should stay in peace.I have written it all in as a poem form.


Peace is the moment when everyone is calm

Peace is a moment where there is no war

Peace is the moment when there is no fight

So, let’s celebrate on this Peace week

 

Peace is the time when there no bullying

Everyone should be happy by following peace

Peace should be maintained by everyone

So, let’s celebrate on this Peace week

 

You should make less noise to maintain peace

No more fighting or war allowed

No more bullying is allowed

We should make our school bully-free

So, let’s celebrate on this peace week

 

Peace is the moment when the world is happy

Peace is the moment when our school is happy

Peace is the moment when I am happy

Peace is the moment when everyone is happy

So, let’s celebrate on this peace week.

 

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December

author04 Aavani ragesh Age: 8 THE INDIAN HIGH SCHOOL
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It is December and winter has started and all the plants..

It is December

and winter has started

and all the plants

and all the trees have started to grow little and little.

 Because it is winter I wish it rain

and it is also winter holidays .

New year is also going to come .

Every winter 4o clock there will be some fog .

And it is very very dark.

We are going celebrate Christmas eve.

 I Love Winter!!!!!!     

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Eating butter

author04 Adithi thankam Age: 10 M.E.S Indian School
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I WAS EATING BUTTER..SLICING WITH A CUTTER...

I WAS EATING BUTTER

SLICING WITH A CUTTER

WITH MY LITTLE BROTHER

IN CAME MY FATHER,

WITH A SCARY FACE.

STARTED SCOLDING , BEATING

FOR A LITTLE BUTTER!

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Under the same cloud

author04 Lamiya Age: 17 Gems Our Own Indian School
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I deliberately tossed few dollars on the streets, Knowing that this path was to be crossed by many, Bust bees strived to raise their beehives....

I deliberately tossed few dollars on the streets,

Knowing that this path was to be crossed by many,

Bust bees strived to raise their beehives.

The oblivious wandered aimlessly nowhere here,

The prosperous shed blood to capture every ounce,

While a destitute darted towards me,

I enforced him to embrace it,

With deep contemplation he replied,

‘gain without pain is like a body without soul’.

The playlet  was applauded by the audience

With a change in perspective.