IN STYLE

Think left and think right

and think low and think high

Oh, the thinks you can think up

if only you try

- Dr. Suess

Students love to imagine, explore, build, write and create. All they need is an opportunity to bring their imagination to life.

Creativity, said Albert Einstein, is contagious.....

We hope to pass it on with this page!

The Funny Boy

Once there was a funny boy

Who liked to eat bok choy

He wanted to become a sailor

For his dad was a whaler.

Once there was a funny boy,

who liked to hear the word “Ahoy”

He loved big and strong ships,

And disliked eating fish with chips.

He really was a funny boy,

The cool sea breeze gave him joy,

He raced to the wharf to see big ships

And dozed off with a smile on his lips.

Anaya Arora

VI-B

A Farmer Yearning for RAIN

Oh! God, don't stop the sky from getting dark

Please, let there be a thunder spark

Please make the water fall to the ground

Let it make the pitter-patter sound

Please allow me to sow

Little seeds are waiting, please let our tiny crops grow

Oh! God, Don’t stop the sky from getting dark

Please let there be a thunder spark............

- Aayush Tiwari

VII A

My Dream Car

Once I went to the Bazaar,

To buy my dream car.

So many cars to choose from,

But I was looking only for one.

I chose a silver car

That could take me near and far.

I drive my car very safely

So that it doesn’t get a scar.

When the window glasses get a smear,

I clean and make it clear.

I am happy as I have lovely car,

That always shines like a star.

Aarav Singh

Grade I A

My Adorable Teacher

I love my teacher, she's very good

She always is in a happy mood

She is someone I adore

I wish she would teach me more

I imagine whatever she explains

As if I roam in wonderland's lanes

She showers her love on us like rainfall

She never scolds and solves the problems of all

God has made such a good human being

I love to follow her and I say what I mean

Sudhikshaa Sonone

Grade III C

A Bully

You are not a bully, but a coward.

Who’s jealous of people like me.

Am I really as bad as you make me feel?

Or am I the person you want to be?

You push me and you poke me.

You call me hurtful names.

To me, it's like a prison.

To you, it's fun and games.

Words can hurt

Don’t know why

But all is I know

Is they make me cry..

I wish you would take a step

A small but a brave one too

And look inside yourself to find

The good I see in you.