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.

Friday, January 26, 2018


Naqiya Barnagarwala, Class VII B
In the valley where I live,
There are birds that sing.
They fly across my house,
Spreading their wings.
Their chirping sounds
Leave me spellbound.
When I spread some seeds,
They all come to feed.
In the beautiful weather,
They spread their wonderful feathers.
Red, orange, pink and yellow,
They are such sweet fellows.


When I was a child, to me it was like a boon,
There were no schools and I slept until noon.

Anytime it would be April, May or June,
And I could just watch cartoon.

There was no homework to do, just sit down in the afternoon,
And my mother would feed me with a spoon.

All that was to learn was ABC and then I was free.
No problems or worries I could see.

We friends played together,
I had no studies pressure.

I thought it would last forever.
But now as a teenager,
Early morning I have to wake. 
I commit many mistakes,

And now my heart breaks.

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