The Ocean's tales - Rishona Chopra

 
Photo by - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9owSlBRf0-w for representation only

The ocean has many tales to tell,

From a seashell to a fish’s farewell.

All the stories have a uniqueness,

Each is enriching and fresh!

So why not take a break from our day,

And hear the ocean say.

The whales go jumping upside down,

The school moves together in their town.

A salmon’s funeral takes place,

They all grieve and cry, calling humans a disgrace!

On the other way,      

The penguins find their prey.

The seagulls run after the small fish,

Eager to make them their dish.

Haddocks swim as far from the Shark’s home,

Wishing they were in Rome!

The underwater world is indeed as adventurous,

As the world above is tedious.

These stories are what make it so pretty,

And yet so witty!

Rishona Chopra

Grade VII B

Gyanshree School

Inner beauty- Saikiran Sahu

Oneself is not judged by how one looks,

but the soul with that shines bright.

The skin how may ever it look,

at the end matters how ferocious or delicate it is,

Not the most fanciful but the empirical that stands out

Oneself is not judged by how,

One appeals but the power of will and inner beauty within!

Saikiran Sahu, 
Class-IX
Gyanshree School
Image courtesy-  Theda Sandiford visual collaborative

Rainy day from my window- Saikiran Sahu

Rain is a boon; without rain, there is no life. We don't understand its importance until it is taken away. I understood this during my summer holidays. That one day taught me a lot. I was watching the dark clouds hovering over our house, blocking the skin-burning rays of the mighty Sun, giving a great sense of relief after the days of torture that I bleared. 

With a flash of loud, boisterous lightning, the clouds started to pour their precious beads of water with the gush of a cold breeze that slightly touched my face as if wanting to convey a message. 

The soothing tingles and pitter-patter of the rain made my eyes shut, putting me to sleep just like my mother used to when I was an infant. Even the trees were dancing to the beats of the rain as if in a dance party. The smell of the fresh mud gave me a homely feeling and eventually sent me down memory lane!

This was my experience of a rainy day from my window.

Saikiran Sahu

Grade- IX 

Gyanshree School

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