Poesy
Poesy
ByPublished: 12:00 am Dec 15, 2006
Gift of life:
God first forms a body
Then adds a brain
Also a heart so clean
Finally life begins.
Life is a great boon
from God
The only way to
experience life
Good deeds add to our life
Evil acts take
something away.
Time has great power
It runs and passes on
Before your life is over
Write a history of
your own.
Love yourself and your soil
Learn to face every turmoil
Strive to achieve success
Ending all distress.
Life is not eternal
It’s ends in the
burial chamber
Utilise this gift of heaven
For we shall not get life again.
— Samir Ali, Class VII, Societal HS School, Kathmandu
God’s own country:
Far beyond the sea
Surrounded by tree
There is a country new
A country owned by God.
There is no pain
There happiness rains
Peace is supreme
In God’s country this.
A country with a thousand flowers
Hospitality comes in showers
A country where we live
A country owned by God.
— Bipan Sharma, Class VII, Kathmandu University High School
A bike’s life:
Hey there! I’m a motorbike
People never take me when they go on a hike
Why? Because I’m
a motorbike
That’s one thing I don’t like.
If there’s race, they drive me much
But if I get sick, they curse me such
They never understand that I need my lunch
Just petroleum dude, there’s nothing I can munch.
They gear me up, they gear me down as they should
But they take me as a toy, and that’s not good
In muddy places, I get dirty and brown
And then on me my owner will frown.
When I get old, I’ll be locked in a garage
That belongs to a cop or a big fat sarge
Or someone who lives near the scariest barrage
Then, finally I’ll miss my massage.
— Saugat Chapagain, Class IX, Young Hearts Boarding School
AIDS :
AIDS stands for ‘Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome’
A burning problem the world over.
Caused by the HIV virus
This decreases one’s
immunity power.
Many have become
victims of this disease
Spread by unprotected sex
Sharing of contaminated needles and syringes.
Many people hate
the victims
Not caring about them or their problems.
AIDS does not spread
By shaking hands or
hugging
By playing or sitting
together
But people hesitate to share with them
And go far, far from them.
— Santosh Budhathoki, Class X, Gyan Shikha Boarding School
My day:
It was the month of May,
The morning was all gay,
The sun’s rays
Wished me ‘Happy
Birthday’.
My Mum served the cake,
Not a single gift did I hate.
This life party will rock,
If luck will come
and knock.
— Smriti Shrestha Class III, VS GEMS, Thapathali