Across the street, I saw a boy

Just this little guy

Picking waste

From the gutters dirty

With the white sack

Loaded on his back

He walked on the road

With a heavy load.

Looking for matters

Targeting the gutters

To earn some money

And fill his tummy.

— Sharad Acharya, Class IX, GEMS

Morning hours

Arrival of happiness

Morning is the start of a new day

Wiping my tears, taking my sorrows away

I hear the song of birds melodious

The meaning makes me curious.

My work starts with the morning light

The light gives me new delight

That I never get in darkness

On morning I find myself in the world of happiness.

— Zenita Pariyar, Global Collegiate School, Pokhara