Why this blog?

The nascent and fresh minds of students are so creatively inclined that they have the ability to bring into being a universe of their own. They are little tyros who would, with time, unfold into verves, momentum or sensations of various creative dimensions. A chalk sculptor, a clay artist, an amateur painter of Madhubani, Warli, a dabbler of still life, a budding poet, a tenderfoot writer or a fledgling lyricist – one gets all varieties of creatively-aligned students covered in a seemingly dilettantish peel. We at Shishukunj aspire to provide a humble platform to all such potentials to smatter around and mature into the perfection that they are seeking to epitomize or become! This blog is thus an endeavor that would allow all Shishyans to just play around with their latent artistic caliber and enjoy the bliss of a “BRAVO” from known and unknown quarters.

Monday, April 24, 2017

I Am...

Hiya Aidasani, Class IX A

My father is a yellow man,
With the lightest touch fly, he can.
My mother is a steady one,
With habits which are like none.

I grow on a green cottage,
I don’t have a lot of baggage,
I am covered with a green coat, when I am small,
This disappears when I grow tall.

I love the spring season,
No matter what might be the reason.
I appeared on earth a million years ago,
Many companies have me as their logo.

I am used as a decorative item,
You can pin me on your hair and tighten.
I am a symbol of love and pride,
Bees and butterflies take my ride.

I am attractive and beautiful,
You can pluck me a pocketful.
You must have guessed who I am,
I am a flower, right ma’am?

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