Seerat Tiwari Loves singing, dancing and Writing THANK YOU, MY FRIENDS OF EMERALD ISLE! My friends and I always play, But sometimes we forget what to say... My friends and I always fight, But if someone quarrels, We become loyal. We will always be together, Like a piece of a feather. We go to each other’s house, And act like a mouse. We try to pack the same, And our efforts do not end up in vain. But it is not the end and I will never forget you, my friends. I thank my friend

Ananya Nair, Grade 9 Ananya is a travel enthusiast who likes to read, sing, and do Bharatnatyam. She also loves to bake and write stories or poems. When not found doing any, she can likely be found burrowed in bed watching a K-drama. She hopes to have the privilege of writing pretty words for the rest of her life :) In my backyard, a titan stood tall, Casting its shadow against the wall. Every summer, the branches would bend, With gold-heavy gifts that it leaned down to le

Samiksha Verma 8th grade. A mirror reveals more than one reflection—innocence and shadow, truth and disguise—inviting us to question which face we show, which we hide, and which quietly defines who we are. A mirror held, a story told, Of faces seen, both new and old. They say we're true, just one to view, But whispers hint, there might be two. A simple soul, an open book, A single face, a gentle look. No hidden depths, no mask to wear, Just honesty, beyond compare. Is it a g

Parv Dasani 9 years Bold beginnings shape destiny—start smart, embrace emotions, decide swiftly, and every new chapter will unfold with confident momentum. New Beginnings You need to have a strong start Hence you have to be really smart It sets the tone, be it a competition or a new year A bad start with anything, and the loss will make you stir New beginnings can be happy or sad They can make you feel great, or really mad You’ve got to pan, emotions will be there Ore els

Parv Dasani 9 years This poem describes a winter visit to the Rann of Kutch, highlighting its vast white salt desert, historical significance linked to the Harappan site of Dholavira, and natural beauty. It captures experiences like migrating birds, kite flying, sunsets, and a visit to Bhuj’s earthquake museum, showing the Rann as an extreme yet fascinating place. My Visit to Rann of Kutch With New Year approaching I went to the Rann of Kutch Where the sun is scorching But I

Aanya Das, 13 yrs old. A poem about feeling lost and mentally trapped, struggling with self-doubt and fear of failure, but ultimately realizing that the confusion is temporary and hope and a way forward still exist. A Hazy Path Walking along this path of haze, I had to slow down my pace There is no sign or trace, Of something to chase I am stuck in this maze. What is there to face? I can’t win this race, For I am caged My mind is fazed, not in the right place I can’t escape,

Akshay Agarwal Part time poet, In a velvet hush, when the world's asleep Darkness rises and I become unseen No one to watch, No no one to hear Just silent air and me in between I get a gentle solitude Where thoughts are free No deadlines or expectations Just a breeze from calmness's sea The world erodes away There's blackness and No light I leave the weight of the day behind And find in darkness, a soft respite

Seerat Tiwari Loves singing, dancing and Writing A little boy was thinking, what it would be like next year. He forgot all the fears & started a new year. He turned all his dreams into a big belief, He carried them to bed & gently fell asleep. The first day of school, the elementary exam. He was happy all day & got praised by all the mams. This was just a reminder of few of the things of the past, Now it's time for 2026 & let's see how it will last. He wants to be an expl