CREATIVE WRITINGS  OF MY STUDENTS VI D

Beauty

Beauty is seen In the rainbow

The sun and the clouds

Gods statue made by people working

Or praying for their welfare

Beauty is heart in the music

Sweet singing, enjoy dancing

Or a honey bee chanting

Early in the flower

Beauty is in myself

Beautiful dreams and happy thought

By helping ourselves

In serving others

By our work and deed

And even by our heart

                                                                                                                                 Harshini VI D

VOCATION

When alarm sounds 7.00 in the morning I wake up to go to school.

On the way I met a car driver who was driving at full speed.

He goes wherever he likes except he’s on work.

I wish I was a car driver, driving my day away.

When the bell rings at 2.40m I go back to home from school.

On the lane our P.T sir who was teaching a few students to play hockey.

I wish I was a P.T sir playing and teaching others to play.

When I reached home I switched on the T.V to find a swimmer, swimming.

How I wish I was a swimmer, swimming and getting wet.                    

                                                                                                                           M.V.Vishwas    VI-D

VOCATION

Tomatoes, Potatoes, Onions and Garlic

On my bed in the early morning

I usually hear the vegetable seller crying

I wish I could be a seller

Selling  all my vegetables and fruits

At sharp at 8 near my school gate

bangles crystals and glass, cries the hawker in craze

People see  and go back, he hurries to his way  back

I wish I could be a hawker too and sell my bangles red and blue.

And turn to my abode with the hand full of wealth and gold

At night on my bed,I see with fright

Watchman at the gate with torch light

Walking here and there, taking care of all

I wish I could be a watchman doing my duty for all

To bother none and fight everyone

And serve my people with lots of fun.

S. HARSHINI VI D

Vocation

When the gong sounds eight in the morning and

I ride to school by my mother,

Every day I meet the Banana-seller crying, "

 4 Bananas 10 rupees, 4 Banana'' 10 rupees!"

There is nothing to hurry him on, there is no

place he must go, no place he must take, no

time when he comes back home.

I wish I were a Banana-seller, spending my day in

the road crying, " 4 Bananas 10 rupee, "

When at three in the afternoon I come back from the school.

I can see through the glass of that vehicle the

Traffic police altering to follow his actions.

He does what the traffic pole is doing, he shows

his right hand as stood and his left hand as to

take right or left, nobody punishes him for the

task, if he gets roasted in the sun.

I wish I were a Traffic police following his actions in

the road with nobody to stop me to follow my actions.

Just as it gets dark in the evening and my mother sends me to shop,

I can see through my eyes that the medico

is selling medicines to the people.

The lane is dark and lonely, and the street

lamp stand  like a giant with one read eye in its head .

The Medico sells his medicine to people and

takes bills at his side, and never over goes

to bed in his life.

I wish I were a medico staying in the

shop all night selling medicine to my people.

                                                                                                                                          SUNIL SAIRAJ VI D

Vocation

When I am sick, I go to hospital, I see that there are 100 patients waiting to see the doctor.

There is nothing to hurry, as she treats every patient with love and cures with care.

I wish I were a doctor to  construct a hospital for poor in a rural area and cure them every time when they fall sick.

On Sundays at 10 in the morning when I go to my grandpa house on the way I see the Engineer constructing buildings and houses.

No one would stop him, has he construct houses for everyone and gives shelter to everyone.

I wish I were an engineer so that I construct houses for poor and give shelter for everyone.

                                                                                                                     MAYOORAVALLI   VI D

Vocation

When the bells started ringing at nine in the morning.
The fruit seller cries  ‘Bananas, Bananas"
I want to become fruit seller because I can shout at any time and any where.

When the darkness spread in the night and I feel dragged towards my bed

At  around  ten in the night I hear a sound"Kulfi ,Kulfi, ice-cream"

the Kulfi seller has come to sell Kulfi.
I wish I were a  a Kulfi seller

To walk in the dark night at any time

And eat as much ice cream every time.
                                  

                                                                                                                       B.Santhana Krishna VI D

Vocation

                                                                                                               

 When Gong Sounds 8 In Morning I Go To School

Every Day I Go To School By Passing Grace Supper Market,

There Is Nothing To Hurry Them On,

Everyday They Will Be In A C And Have Little Work

I Wish I Would Be A Worker In Grace Supper Market.

When I Come Back To Home I See A Bakery ,

There The Baker Bakes Cake Decorating Cake,Icing It

There Is Nothing  To Hurry Them On,

I Wish I Wold Be A Baker .

Every Evening I And My Mom Go For Walk,

There Is A Sweet Corn Seller Sells Corn.

His Life Is Very Simple He Just Boils Corn And Sell

I Wish I Would Be A Sweet Corn Seller...........

                                                                                                                      VISHWAS  VI D

My What if

During day, while I sat on the land

Some whatifs crawled on my hand

And danced and sang a song all day long

And the song was the what if song

What if I lose in darkness

What if  My face didn’t look with brightness

What if My sister eats all the cake

What if I drown in the lake

What if  My marks are very poor

What if My voice changes horrible

What if My dreams are  filled with devil

What if My cycle get repaired during racing

What if suddenly my toys are dancing

What if My bags get torn during over load

What if My cycles break fail in mid of the road

What if My red blood changes to blue blood

What if My house washed away in flood.

Then I sat in rest and all whatifs flew away in the mud

By Harshini

My Whatif's

Last night, while I pluck a rose,

Some whatif's crawled inside my nose

And pranced and partied all night long

And sang their same old whatif song:

Whatif Iam asleep in school?

Whatif they've made me a fool ?

Whatif I get beaten up?

Whatif there's insect in my cup?

Whatif I start to get sick?

whatif I get beaten up with a stick?

Whatif I get sink in water?

Whatif I get too fatter?

Whatif I get burn in fire ?

Whatif I get shock with the wire?

Everything seems swell, an then

The night-time Whatif strikes again!

                                                                                                                      SUNIL SAIRAJ VI D

My What Ifs

Last night ,while I lay thinking here,

Some whatifs crawled inside my brain,

And their name was whatif ‘s

What if I hit in a post?

What if there is worms in my bread toast?

What if my phone will never ring?

What if the mockingbird won’t ever sing?

What if the flashlight goes out of power?

What if I have to take a cold shower?

What if my dog runs away?

What if I turn the wrong way?

What if I fall out of tree?

What if I get stung by a bee?

                                                                                                                      :Ashwabh.P.Nair VI D

My WhatIfS

Last evening, when I was walking down a park,

some dogs made huge bark

And pounced and jumped on each other,

and pups rolled down on their mother

What if all the dogs bite me

What if all the birds pinch me

What if all the flowers become insects

What if flood water drowns me

What if electricity goes out for a month

What if my cat hate me

What if snakes bite me

What if all hotels are closed

What if my van comes late

Everything seems well, and then

In  evening walk what if strikes again!

                                                                                                                              S. Maiyooravalli VI D

My WhatIfS

Last night, while I lay thinking in bed 
Some what if jumped inside my head 
What if  snake sting me ?
What if I tore my kite ?
What if I eat a chocolate cake?
What if I be awake?
What if there is a fire?
What if there is shocking wire? 
                                                                                                              B.Santhana Krishna VI D

Whatif

Last night some whstif’s went round and round my head they partied all night eating sugar and bread,

They sang the old whatif song :

Whatif I drown in the sea ?

Whatif I fall down from a tree ?

Whatif a lion eats me ?

Whatif my teacher beats me ?

Whatif I broke the the tap ?

Whatif I took a very long nap ?

Whatif I eat a chilli whole ?

Whatif I score a impossible goal ?

Whatif someone use me as a tool ?

Whatif someone broke my stool ?

Whatif poison was eatable ?

Whatif ghosts were defeatable ?

When I woke up I found that it was just a dream,

I need not have to scream.

                                                                                                                                          -M.V.Vishwas  VI-D

My What Ifs

What If

Last Evening,When I Plucked A Rose,

Some What Ifs Crawled In My Nose........

What If Sun Didn't Rise,

What If I Don't Get Prize.

What If Clouds Get Very Mucky,

What If I Do Not Ger My Lost Rubber Ducky.

What If I Drowned In Lake ,

While Eating A Chocolate Cake.

What If I Get Bewilldered ,

What If I Get Entangled.

What If Clouds Revolt Me ,

What If A Dog Bites Me...............

                                                                                                                                 Vishnu Prasad     VI D

MY WHATIFS

When    I Went To Bed

Some Whatifs Crawled Into My Head

And Built Their Whatif Shed

Whatif My Brother Eats My Cake?

Whatif I Am Drown  In A Lake?

Whatif Everybody Strikes Me?

Whatif Nobody Likes Me?

Whatif I Get Less Marks In Test?

Whatif Nobody Comes To My House As Guest?

Whatif My Pen Gets Lost?

Whatif There Is No Sports Host?

Whatif Nobody Sleeps?

Whatif The Bell Don’t Beeps?

Whatf I Become Fat?

Whatif Anybody Steals My Hat?

Whatif I Grow Much Taller?

Whatif I Am A Slowlearner?

Whatif My Dress Don’t Dry ?

Whatif Everyone Makes Me To Cry?

Whatif There Are No Notes To Write?

Whatif My Teeth Don’t Grow In Straight?

Whatif My Brother Lost His Watch?

Whatif There Is No Light Of Torch?

Whatif Teachers Don’t Teach?

Whatif There Is No Beach?

Whatif All Flowers Shrink?

Whatif There Is No Water To Drink?

Whatif There Is No Chalk?

Whatif The Dogs Don’t Bark?

Whatif There Is No Nature?

Whatif There Is No Literature?

Whatif There Is No Milk To Drink?

Whatif There Is No Silk To Wear?

                                                                                                                                 V.S.S.Keerthana VI D

   

THE LUCKY WOODCUTTER

Once upon a time their lived a poor wood cutter. He had only an old iron axe which he used to cut wood. He cut wood to support his family but still his income was very low. One day when he was chopping wood in the middle of the forest, he felt very thirsty and his whole body started sweating then suddenly he heard the sound of rushing water. He moved towards the direction of the water then he found a beautiful tributary of a river he drank the water and started chopping a near by tree, when suddenly his axe fell into the river. He felt very dejected and started crying when suddenly came up two angels from the water one was the goddess of the river the other one was goddess of rewards. They enquired him and he told them the whole story then suddenly the goddess of rewards went into the water and brought a golden axe embellished with diamonds they asked him if the axe was his he told no, then again the goddess went into the water and brought a silver axe they asked him if the axe was his he told no, this the goddess of rivers went inside and brought out a old iron axe the wood cutter was very happy and he told that the axe was his the goddess of rewards gave him all the three axes and told him not to cut trees anymore  the wood cutter heeded their advise.

MORAL- Honesty Rewards You.