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.

Thursday, November 30, 2017

The School Bus - 2

Class VIII B

After reading ‘The Palanquin Bearers’ students of Class VIII B wrote the following poems.

The School BusMariya Mhowwala, Class VIII B

Slowly, O’ Slowly we go by a bus
Everyday the bus carries us.
Seeing the flowers, trees and all creatures,
I admire the beauty of nature.

On the cold grey stones
I see dogs chewing at the bones.
The stones have cracks
And we travel on rocky tracks.

The School BusNiral Palod, Class VIII B

Daily, O’ Daily we travel on a bus
A bus in which we all make a fuss.
Going to school we all see trees,
Along with birds, insects and bees.

Small windows through which we peep,
Hey, did I just see a jeep?
I see big trucks and cars,
Along with my friends, I eat chocolate bars.

Travelling in a bus is fun,
With friends, we eat and play.
And when the day comes to an end,
The bus has got itself to mend!

The School BusMansi Singh Ranwat, Class VIII B

School bus is the best way,
To reach the school happy and gay.
Our friends are always with us,
To enjoy and chat in the bus.

The windows show a scenery,
With buildings, industries and greenery.
The fresh air rushing through the window,
Cools down the fever on my brow.

It also teaches us to respect time,
By reaching the bus stop at the appointed time.
This practice makes us punctual,
By developing the habit which is usual.

Riding the school bus is safe and fun,
In this long journey, a few lessons are also learnt.

1 comment:

Abhilasha Umahiya said...

Great poems...keep it up young poets