Choco dream

One night I dreamt

I was in Switzerland

With music and

I eating chocolate ice-cream.

In the morning

I slowly did

My learning and reading

Thinking of my sweet dream.

— Rojeena Shrestha, Class VI, VS Niketan, Kathmandu

Hold you when you’re down

When everything goes wrong

No one is in your favour

You need a helping hand

But you get disappointment

But there is one who cares about you

Who understands you and

Overlooks all your mistakes

Holds your hand

Fills your heart with courage

It’s friend, and more than that

It’s the true friend.

— Umesh Ghimire, Class XII, Pinnacle Academy, Kathmandu

Dance

One time I dreamt

I was riding a kite

Flying over the earth

On one dark night.

A blind man saw me in the light

A deaf man heard me that night

And was praised by men

Who were all ready to lie.

Up came the dead boys to dance

I was called to take a chance

Dancing with those boys

I fell off my bed in that night.

— Summiet Karmacharya, Class X,

Siddartha Vanasthali

Institute, Kavre

Things I like

The mountains are very high

Between them the valleys lie

In the clouds the birds fly

Up in the mountains that are high.

I love the sunset in the sky

And the colours, my oh my

But why

Does the rain makes me cry

I like the cherry on the pie

And the picture on my father’s tie

But I hate the pigs in the sty

Which lies in the mud which is dry.

My father has a big car

Which goes to places afar

I love the sky with a star

But that is also very far.

— Sujata Shrestha, Class II, Baba Boarding High School, Kathmandu

Being poor

Because I am poor

I couldn’t go to school

Where good things are taught.

Due to poverty

I have to bear torture

My hands are asking for copies and pens

No home, no care and no good friends.

Due to poverty

I can’t live in a good house

Where all things are

available.

Due to poverty

I don’t have good clothes

Which keep my body warm.

Due to poverty

I couldn’t live in a big city

I live in a dead village

Where plenty of wolves and

Jackals howl.

— Rusha Giri, Class V,

Babylon National School, Kathmandu

Life

Life is nothing but a game

Who is best wins the name

If not success but a try

Helps man perfect his life

Life is not a bed of roses

There comes obstacles

in our hopes

Sometimes high,

sometimes low

Our life is like the desert and snow

To succeed we should try

If we don’t, we will have

to cry

So try your best to win

the game

That will make your

name known to the

world.

— Aparmita Shakya,

Class VI, Emerald Academy, Lalitpur

My country

Snow-clad mountains in the North

Green and dense forest in the middle

And the green plain at the bottom

This is my beautiful country’s structural location.

Its’ the place of love and peace

Far away from wars and sins

And the land of beautiful scenes

It’s the place of beautiful things.

The place of beautiful sights

The place where all scenes look pleasing

The land of beautiful birds and animals

It is really the place of

enjoyment.

— Anuj Ghimire, Class IX, Mount Olives School,

Kathmandu