Category: Young Writers

(Zian, 10, writes about different things he associates with his favourite colour – Yellow) Yellow is the colour of brightness, Yellow is the colour of hotness, Yellow is the colour of happiness, Yellow is the colour of sunshine, Yellow tastes like pineapple, Yellow sounds like honey, Yellow smells like fire, Yellow feels like a cosy…

(Reina,9, gets poetic about her favourite colour.) Pink is… a feeling of a soft teddy Pink is… a pretty girl, all nice and ready. Pink is… the smell of melted candy floss. Pink is… success and no loss. Pink is… the sound of different gossip. Pink is… the strawberry stuck on your lips. Pink is……

(What is going on in the jungle? Shash, 11 tells us about it.)  ‘Thud’, goes the elephant, ‘Help me’, says the ant, ‘Whee, whee’, goes the joey ranting about, The ant will survive, I doubt, ‘Blam’, the elephant falls with a thud, It has been shot dead, I see, ‘Rumble, rumble’, I see a car…

(Aagam, 9, sees beauty all around him in nature) Nature is all around us, Nature is green, red and colorful. Nature feels like lotus in water, sunflower in sun, birds in air. Nature makes me calm. Nature is all around us, Nature is peaceful, dangerous, ferocious Nature is friendly, caring, adventurous. Nature makes me forget…

(Vanshika, 9, shares her love and concern about our planet Earth.) Our Earth is precious,Where there isLove and care.Harm and global warming,Cutting trees andThrowing plasticHarms the trees.So take care byGrowing plants andNot throwing plastic.This is a gift to usSo let’s take care and spread loveLet’s take careAnd preserve our beautiful EarthFor the future of all.

(Kavya, 9, tells us all about her buddy Bunny.) My friend Bunny, Is so funny, He is caring, And always sharing. I like, When he rides his bike, He is knowledgeable, And enjoyable. He likes to blow a Bubble, So he is always in trouble, He is helpful, And very playful. He has a son,…

(Reina, 9, writes a wishful poem for a dream land where everyone is happy.) I want a dream landOf my own choicesThe things all magicalWith fewer voices. A colourful palaceWith me on the throneWho ever comes becomes a fairy or pixieEvery one’s together and no one alone. I’d have so much joyWhen everyone’s so happyThey’d…

(Shash, 11, writes an intriguing poem about the time when one gets soaked in heavy rain) As it pours on my face, It shimmers slyly, As slyly as a fox. You never know, When it may start dripping, From the high clouds above, As it thunders and booms, As if it is an angry God,…

(Ananya, 9, spreads Christmas cheer through her poem) Santa is coming to town, bringing gifts and taking away frowns. He gives a lot of happiness and joy to every single girl and boy. He has a big and round tummy, which some people think is funny. At last, children take out gift wrappings; even the…

(Mihika, 9, explains beautifully through her poem how bad germs can be.) They wander in your teeth, To find something sweet. They come in the night, When you are sleeping tight. If you dont brush, They’ll come in a rush. If they find some thing sweet, They’ll break your teeth. So take care of your…

(Shash, 11, describes what it is like to be a Cheetah in his poem) I’m the cheetah, The king of speed, I take care of my cubs, A very good deed, In a race, I take the lead, I keep my pace, A very scarce breed, I do not roar, I growl fiercely, I personally…

(Nathasha, 9, finishes her story A Big Cat) Read the first part of the story here. In front of her was a cheetah, circling her. Jane was very astonished because she wasn’t expecting a cheetah. Then she remembered, when she had read the poster, a part of it had been ripped. She now knew the…