How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane,How beautiful is the rain! How it clatters along the roofs Like tramp of hoofs!
How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout!
Across the windowpane
It pours and pours; And swift and wide, With a muddy tide, Like a river down the gutter roars The rain, the welcome rain!
Class XI F
If I Were A Bird
If I were a bird, I would fly away in the sky. If I were a bird I would go very high.
If I were a bird, I would I would live on a tree, And lead a peaceful life, As it would be pollution free, If I were a bird with a beak and a small neck,
If I were a bird i would chirp all day, Only in the month of March, not in May.
Class VIII C
Kendriya Vidyalaya, Kankerbagh