Poesy
Learning:
Man is the one
Who should be educated
And education is the thing
Which should be adopted.
The more you spend
The more you receive
Education is the something
That you need.
Education is that
Which enlightens
Our mind and broadens
Our outlook.
Education is an imperishable wealth
Which can’t be stolen
It is a boon to the country
That makes men to work permanently.
Men should not
Only try to receive
But also should
Be able to give.
Men should know
The importance of education
And try to spend lots of time
To receive it more.
— Binita Rajbanshi, Class IX, Mahendra Bhawan HSB School, Kathmandu
Millennium boy:
Yesterday I met a 20-inch boy
He looked like a tiny, tiny toy
His shiny eyes looked like marbles
He had a pointed nose, unique pose.
He came with his parents
To appear before the audience
He weighs less than nine pounds
But his age is exactly 14
Oh have you ever seen
Such a tiny, cute teen?
He gazed at me
And I smiled at him
He shook his hand
And waved goodbye.
The elf-like boy is an extraordinary one
We can all call him number one
His name will be soon written
In the famous Guinness book
As he’s the shortest lad with good looks.
No wonder, he’s securely guarded everywhere
For he has earned name and fame everywhere
So, if I were asked to give him a name
Oh! I would proudly call him a “Loktantra Boy”.
For he is no doubt our country’s joy.
— Sarah Pradhan, Class V, Living Stone Academy, Kathmandu
Fly high:
I wonder why
The sky is so high
Where only birds can fly
And we can’t even give a try.
I wish I could touch the sky
By going higher and high
But I can only look at the sky
And the birds flying, feeling shy.
— Gaurab Khanal, Class IV, South Point School, Kathmandu
Exams:
A headache that creates tension
Maths with addition and
division
Multiplication and subtraction
Always breed confusion.
When it comes near
We always have to fear
Pushing all enjoyment aside
Keeping books by our side.
Thank God! It comes only
thrice a year
With tears which you will have to bear
I advise you all to fulfil your
parents ambition
And keep dreaming for
distinction.
— Anju Chaudhary,
Class VIII, Nightingale School, Kathmandu
Voice inside:
Sometimes
I stand gazing at
The deep blue sky
And the birds that
Fly over it so high
I feel the soft wind
That calls me
And also the pure raindrops
That fall on me.
Sometimes
I wonder
Why do the flowers bloom?
To make my heart
Grow fonder
I see the smiling bright sun
And the beaming white moon
I feel happy to see
That they are there for me.
Sometimes,
I smile at myself
To see
The hapiness
All around me
The joy, the fun
All in life’s long run.
Sometimes
I hear
A voice so dear
That makes me rejoice
A voice of love
A voice of care
A voice of friendship
A voice so close, so near.
Sometimes
I dream
That I am a stream
Flowing through a valley
Of happiness and sorrow
Valley of joys and woes
But I know that this dream
Can never come true
And will be a dream forever.
— Sadichchha Pokharel, Class VII, St Mary’s High School, Kathmandu
