Take to tender towns.

tells them to be free.

The importance of a private property.

The man who built the future,

did so in bad blood

Buried the bones on the hills

A flourshied raising-bed on the gardens.

A hidden voice begins to speak.

It guides my heart, it lights my way,

A silent spark that won't betray.

Not loud, not fierce but always near,

The little voice within taking out the fear,

A voice that none can hear.

Ananya,Sonakshi,Samanyu and Samar

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow.

- Langston Hughes

Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead

Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,

Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,

Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,

Each like a corpse within its grave, until

Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow

Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill

(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)

With living hues and odours plain and hill:

Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;

Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!

Pleasant summer over
        And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
       The gray smoke towers

Sing a song of seasons!
        Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
        Fires in the fall!

From the seas and the streams

I bear light shade for the leaves when laid

In their noon-day dreams

From my wings, are shaken the dews that waken

The sweet birds every one

When laid to rest on the solid crest

As she dances about the sun

I wield the flail of the lashing hail

And whiten the green plains under

And then again I dissolve it in rain

And laugh as I pass thunder

Living within your soul, I rest

Preaching hope for the best

I echo everytime you try

I heal everytime you cry

I am the joy within the pain

I am the sun above the rain

“I will lead you, guide you till the end” it said.

It lead me through the stormy days,

And showed me the right ways.

It lives in my soul,

It’s a voice that will never be heard.

~ Samiksha, Shaniya, Ridhaan, and Abhirath of class 7D

my mind controls me, and I’m it’s shuttle.

Through fear and doubt, it calls my name,

My mind becomes a labyrinth, and I’m forced to play its game.

Sonal, Aadhya, Atharv.D, Tahira

7D

A quiet cry, it whispered still.

It aches in love, it drowns in doubt.

Yet it fights to pull my demons out.

I try to mute its silent plea.

But through every doubt, thick and thin.

I rise because it speaks.

From what l've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.

- Robert Frost

Amal - 7B

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“If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise.”

Colours sprawling and Dancing with spirits gay Flowers blooming The sun shining with every ray Beautiful butterflies Drinking water from the stream And the grass is soft

Like molten cream The sky is full of colours

Yellow and pink The air is so pleasant It makes me alive and think So much beauty can only be seen By that creature Who understands the

Beauty of nature