Budding Poets
Let’s plant a seed
And see what it will be
A Ficus, An Oxalis or A Mango tree?
All you need is a seed and a pot or two
A Watering can and little patience too!
You put the seed in the pot,
And cover it up with soil
You water it and see a seedling grow,
All worth the toil!
Let’s plant a seed and see an earth greener times three!
Maya Devale
V Oyster
Reading
R is for a Rat, who is best friends with a Cat
E is for an Elk, who eats purple kelp
A is for an Armchair, which airily floats
D is for for a Dino, who has a secret sorrow
I is for an Invisible, holy clock
N is for a night which has no end
G is for a Giraffe whose heart can never mend
All of these creatures you can find in a book
So open it up and please have a look!
Maya Devale
V Oyster
The flicker of a candle
What does he not do?
As a stranger passes by
Plastering a smile on his face
Cracking jokes and being kind
When those two laugh from a distance
He tells himself to not mind
Arrive at the next station
With all his bags in sight
What does he not do
As he carries that heavy burden
Not loose himself in the process
But not be himself either
Some say these are flowers
And flowers always wither
Leave you when it snows
Only bloom on sunny days
What does he not do
Frustrated he asks himself
"Should I just forget them
Seems they have forgotten me anyway"
So outwardly he stills smiles
Laughs and jokes around
But inwardly he's given up
And in his eyes no hope can be found
Ashwika Meharwal
XI A
Illustrator - Mahi Gokhale IX Beige
Illustrator - Mahi Gokhale IX Beige
Gravity
The attractive force of gravity
It is infinite in a black hole’s singularity
A demonstration in relativity
If it didn’t exist, we would be set free.
Discovered by Issac Newton
in 1687
“It warps spacetime”
said Albert Einstein.
The wondrous force of gravity
It’s even present in your pastry!
Tejas Krishna
V Oyster
Ruchit Agrawal
VI Aster
Wishes
Some words leave you with bruises some cut you right to the bone,
you left me with nowhere to go
but just between us do you remember me too?
because I try to remember my old self too.
Twelve, almost a teen spears, madonna, and radio machine
made dragons and castles out of the clouds
that time life just felt so serene
Gave you every wish from the pluck of my eyelash to every birthday candle on which I blew.
But you still never came home
and left me to grow up without you
Thirteen, Levi's jeans
All bold and vibrant dreams
I was a naive girl who didn't know
she would grow up to forget hope and find comfort in screams
I sat by the phone every Friday afternoon,
canceled my plans in case you'd call
But you never did.
fourteen, student body president and dancing queen,
I would do just anything to make you see me followed every rule and decree
still wishing to stop being so invisible.
I worked myself to death
and pried open my heart for you
I told you on the phone with wide eyes
how much I learned and how I grew
I try to hide my disappointment
when you say you wouldn't be here today too
One more candle on the cake this year and I've stopped wishing for you at all
No matter how many four-leafed clovers I find or how many pennies I toss
I finally know now that you were never mine
fifteen, Austen, Hemingway, and blasting queen
I wished for everything in my life to be meticulously planned and NOTHING unforeseen
They say some words leave you with bruises some cut you right to the bone,
You came back when I wanted you no more.
That day for the first in my life
I didn't wish for you to stand in front of me and sing happy birthday.
i finally wished for myself to be happy and that was when I broke the spell
Eighteen, and I've decided I'm finally through
I apologize much less now and hardly cry
I've stopped looking up for a nod to see if I was doing all right
I no longer wish anymore or leave things to faith
I've snatched the reigns of my horse and took control of my own parade
They say broken hearts make mad women
To hell with what they say
I am what I am with no one's input or anything anyone has to say
Some words do leave you with bruises and some cut you right to the bone
I don't regret growing up the way I did because the pain taught me
and my dreams led me free but just between us,
I wonder sometimes with no thirst for an answer,
just between us did you ever love me too?
Ananya Singhal
X Periwinkle
Illustrator - Lavanya Bansal VIII Honeydew
Petrichor
A Collaborative Poem
How the rain falls
Giving life to all
Things asleep,
Quenching the Earth's thirst
Sounding like a cat
On a hot tin roof.
The wind has become
A howling wolf
Keeping me indoors,
Alone at the window
Looking out
As the breeze carries
A draft of the fragrance
Which rises from within
The sizzling crust.
Rutu Jamdar VII Auburn
Priyasha Pallod VI Blush
Vivaan Shah VI Aster
Mahatma Gandhi
Affectionately called Bapu ,
The father of nation,
Satya, Ahimsa , Sarvodaya
Are your virtues
Shaping India was difficult,
It was full of disgrace
You made it better and we are grateful
And we still follow your principles
India is a better country,
Because of you
Everyday we remember you
And your morals can’t be forgotten too .
Ananya Jakhotiya
VIII Ivory
The day always changes
With a cool breeze ,
The sun rays danced in the trees.
Birds sung merily
The flowers bloomed happily.
I think I shall never see,
A poem as lovely as a tree
A tree looks at god all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray
The wind whispered softly in the night,
The sun was now not in sight
The rain poured down
And flooded drains all over the town
And then the moon
Forgives the sun
The flowers give birth
And nothing is dull.
Ananya Jakhotiya
VIII Ivory
Gargi Baste
VII Ivory
Aadya Fulsundar
V Oyster
Help our Earth
We Recycle what we use
Look Around
There is so much plastic
Lying around.
Let’s recycle
It’s fantastic.
Don’t forget
Glass, paper and tin
Recycle together
Go in your recycling bin.
We must start now
Placing garbage
In the right bin
Both us and nature
Will clearly win.
Quick, we can’t wait
For a healthy and clean home
Recycling is fun
And also, quite green.
Ashwika Gupta
VII Ebony
I Wish, I become a Scientist!
Illustrator - Nikita Naik
I wish I become a Scientist
and I can make a chemical formula
that makes a Green and clean city
with one spray of it.
I wish I become a Scientist
and I can make a recycling machine
which recycles all the plastic things
and make the rivers clean and clear.
I wish I become a Scientist
and I can make a chemical formula
That makes terrorist kind.
I wish I become a Scientist
and I can make a vehicle
that does not create any Smoke.
I wish I become a Scientist
and I can make a Vaccine
Which makes our nation free from
Corona and other viruses.
I wish I become a Scientist
and I can make a different Bournvita
that will makes me strong ,
AS I WISH TO SAVE THE WORLD,
AND FIRST I NEED TO BE VERY STRONG !!
Varnika Kulkarni
V Sepia
Aswika Gupta
VII Ebony
Hurt no living thing
Hurt No Living Thing…..
Neither a creepy lizard,
Nor a mouse with a wiggly waggly tail,
Nor a cat with white whiskers,
Nor a elephant with a big tusk,
Nor a big LION with a beautiful and gorgeous Mane,
All animals should be
Loved and cared for,
For that is Nature’s way.
Aarshia Hotwani
VII Ebony
Terrific & talented teachers
My teachers are as sweet as a rose,
They give me a power packed learning dose.
They teach us with happiness & glee,
With a twinkle in their eye they see.
If I don’t perform well they sigh,
If I do well they speak with an absolute high.
My teachers are super stupendous and wonderful,
They make their lessons joyful.
Thank you teachers for who you are,
You help me reach for the stars.
Aashvii Salagare
V Sepia
A day as a teacher in Orchid
My day at the school starts with a prayer,
I sing along in the class with love, respect and care.
Auburn is my class, full of different flavour,
But shout in this class no one can dare.
I give my students questions and explain them the answers,
I tirelessly repeat them again and again till their brain registers.
I have to change my role to be a story-teller, singer and dancer,
Sometimes I am strict and sometimes bring humour in English grammar.
I am a mathematician, musician and also a cricketer,
On a few days I am a painter and also annual concert director.
I teach my class Marathi, Hindi and English languages,
My students write about nature and festivals in short passages.
I check students' homework and teach them a new chapter,
I give them concept checks and set test papers every semester.
I encourage them to be an artist, writer, musician or a poet,
Some are disciplined, few naughty but all are my favourite.
Each year is full of excitement but also a fear,
I will not be seeing my dear ones in the new academic year.
I take a class photograph and cherish the picture,
Fun, laughter and knowledge, I wish them for a brand new adventure.
Rutu Jamdar
VII Auburn
A poem for my dear teachers
I am happy you're my teacher,
I enjoy each lesson you teach
As my role model you inspire me
To dream and to work , and to reach
With your kindness you get my attention
Everyday you plant a seed
Of curiosity and motivation
To grow and to succeed
I came to the class
To learn and to grow
But what touched me
Is the affection you show
I love Science
I love Maths
But what I love the most
Is my Teacher!
Ananya Jakhotiya
VIII Ivory
I love my dog Reash
I have a dog named Reash,
He loves to wear a colourful paw printed leash.
He gets excited when I give him a treat,
And dances joyfully when I play a musical beat.
When he sleeps he looks like a quiet soft fluffy toy,
But when we go out he surely proves to be a good boy.
He loves to chase the ball and perform tricks,
In his brocade festive clothes he looks really chic.
Aashvii Salagare
V Sepia
Gargi Baste
VII Ivory
Aswika Gupta
VII Ebony
Lasyyhaa Vavle
VIII Ivory
Sameer Datar
X Iris
Aadya Fulsundar
V Oyster
Gargi Baste
VII Ivory