Mom’s the word

When I was inside her womb I felt like I was in Akbar’s tomb My food was what she took, It was all very yummy whatever she cooked. Believe me, a lot of patience she has got Because she bears my kicks and enjoys every shot. When I came out, I saw her sparkling eyes Teaching me always not to tell lies Holding my hand, teaching to walk When my feet trembled she managed to catch In the whole world the most beautiful person is she She the best gift from god to me. I don’t know of what is her heart made Protecting me from danger, giving me shade Always tells me to put up a good image Her heart is as clean as a sage. I have no words to describe my love for my mother Like her, there cannot be any other!

Bidisha Mohanty
Class-VIII, Chinmaya Vidyalaya, Rourkela

The sun

The sun rises in the east,

And sinks in the West,

The day is meant for work and play,

The night for

sleep and rest.

The sun is round and very hot, but just so far away, that heat and light in right amounts

It sends to us each day.

It gives light to our only moon, that’s why it

does shine, to bathe us

in its gentle glow,

with silver rays divine.

The dun drives out the winter chill, and warms up land and sea,

It is the soyurce

of life on earth,

and, so, of you and me.

Roudrav Agarwall,
Class V, BJEM School, Bhubaneswar