Student Spark – Poetry

MY MOTHER

My Mother kept a garden,
a garden of the heart.
She planted all the good things
that gave my life it’s start.
She turned me to the sunshine,
and encouraged me to dream.
Fostering and nurturing
the seeds of self-esteem.
And when the winds and rain came,
she protected me enough.
But not too much because she knew
I’d need to stand up strong and tough.
Her constant good example
always taught me right from wrong.
Markers for my pathway
that will last a lifetime long.
I am my Mother’s garden.
I am her legacy.
And I hope today she feels the love
reflected back from me

By Wasim Shaikh

                                                                                                                                        Grade: 7C (Boys)

 

WE LIVE TO CHERISH

My Mother kept a garden,
a garden of the heart.
She planted all the good things
that gave my life it’s start.
She turned me to the sunshine,
and encouraged me to dream.
Fostering and nurturing
the seeds of self-esteem.
And when the winds and rain came,
she protected me enough.
But not too much because she knew
I’d need to stand up strong and tough.
Her constant good example
always taught me right from wrong.
Markers for my pathway
that will last a lifetime long.
I am my Mother’s garden.
I am her legacy.
And I hope today she feels the love
reflected back from me

By Preetha Thanu

                                                                                                                                        Grade: 10B(Girls)

 

 Once there was a boy,

who had a very good toy.

It was a robot.

If you press a button,

It would talk a lot.

It can throw blades from its chest,

To chimney where the birds made  their nest.

It was bald and big,

and wore a glass and a wig.

It would think everyone as its prey,

Seeing this everyone would start to pray.

The robot’s name was frank,

The main thing what it would do is to prank.

If you remove its batteries,

It would freeze.

The boy will happily take this,

All the people over there will be on bliss.

The boy would take it and keep it in the hall,

From there it would be end of the day call.

By Alfred Ferdinand  

Grade: 7C (Boys)