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Electric Farraday

In Poetry on April 23, 2013 at 7:13 am

just before that day
came one farraday
with plans in his head
thought of taxing it
since then it changed the days
made life easy
got every kid lazy
can’t live without it
cant even sleep or sit
if leaked it gives us shock
if billed it gets us chopped
cost was about thousand bucks
he brought it down to fifty bucks
what he showed was a handy stuff
now we know that he not just bluffed.

 

Written by Vishnu Santhosh of Class X C after Physics Teacher Mr Mathew Abraham’s class on "WHY FARADAY IS CALLED THE FATHER OF ELECTRICITY"

“My Best Friend’s funeral” poem by Naveena Pradeep

In Poetry on December 17, 2011 at 12:07 pm
I cast a glance
Crestfallen was I
When i saw your face
from the fallen heights

There it was,
Worst nightmare  i ever had.
Waited for it to pass,
Cold!! your face lying in the ground.

Why?I ask
Did you kill yourself?
Now,I wish I had worn a mask.

Tickling, it feels
down my cheeks.
Tears,they say
And i believe.
Why? I ask
Am I crying now?
You are gone…forgetting what was your last task.
You should have said.
To me,your friend.
I could have mend,
Reason for your death.
Now am here,for your funeral
Not knowing really,
Why you went?
Why?I ask.
Again I ask.
Still!!!In peace .
Are your lovely lips.
Here they are
The cops, you hate.
Searching what’s that
Am also trying to seek.
"Interrogation" they have put us under
How it’s gonna be?
we all wonder.
Family of yours,now
Have started their blunder.
Police!!now,they share a stare
Coz tears,they could never bare
Then they themselves ask
Why the hell should we care?
They came to me
ask "Are you  family?"
I nod my head.
"Lover,you must be"
"Bestfriend"
Right then i confessed.
They whisper of me
And you,just then.
I don’t hear it,
I had to pretend.
Accusatory,where the looks they send
"Didn’t confide to you? Your bestfriend"
"can’t guess?Can you"then they go on
Attention,they got,now they have won.
Such and such
cruely they asked
Until i couldn’t take it
And started to cry.
Dawn it is,
Of this day and my life.
Shadow has fallen on my face,
that’s never gonna change in this case.
For all you did,
wish i had way to pay.
Questions, I end with,
For which you’ll never have a say.
Why?Oh why?
Why couldn’t you?
Just tell me why….
by
Naveena Pradeep, XI A
 

THE TINY LABOURERS by Amrita G.

In Poetry on June 24, 2009 at 11:30 am

ants

They are tiny labourers

Working for themselves.

Living as their neighbours,

We don’t do much for ourselves.

Hungrily I ate, dropping a piece of wafer

Greedily they came; united they took.

This forced me to give them a look.

Poor ants! Struggling to take it!

“I will help you dear ones”, I said

I took the piece from them,

Depressed they went empty handed…

Seeing this with wonder,

I uttered, “Fools! I don’t need any wage!”


By

amrita

Amritha.G

IX: D

Ist Shift.

Gleaming Ganga by Amrita G.

In Poetry on June 24, 2009 at 11:25 am

Fishers_in_Ganga_River

Snow mounts pushed apart,

She gains the space and departs,

Her journey as the glorious Ganga…

Pushing those mounts behind,

Gushing through the greenery,

She looks like the white quill on a parrot.

Spouting towards the plains,

From the top of the peaks,

She sounds aloud her laugh.

With a paper and a pen,

Poets all around her,

To praise her beauty,

Which never fades as her laugh.

Accepting her charm,

She runs again never ceasing,

To gratify the other admirers of hers.

This is Ganga.

The Glowing Glorious Ganga…


by

amrita

Amritha.G

IX: D

Ist Shift.

My School Life by Amrita G.

In Poetry on January 20, 2009 at 4:14 pm

My School Life

Oh! What a pleasure

It is to go to a school!

Oh! It’s filled with leisure

And fun too

 

On Monday morn

I usually groan

But when I reach school

It’s again cool!

 

Homeworks are crazy

But it makes

Our life easy

And not lazy

 

Under the rules

We rolls

Which ends in gain

And not in pain

 

To me my school life

Is wonderful

beautiful

And fruitful!!!

 

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Amritha.G

VIII – D

[1st Shift]