Poesy
Brother’s fan
My brother
Is more fascinating
Than Salman Khan
I will always be his fan
He is innocent like a baby
And generous like Gandhi.
Singing is his hobby
He has never been naughty
Prince of our family
Hero of all time
Oh! My brother
I am your fan.
— Mamata Yadav, Class X, Nava Jeewan School
Just another game
Politics is a game
Played for name and fame
In which corrupt misters
Fight for the chair of minister
People with evil intentions
Take the life of brothers and sisters
As they don’t bother
About their mother country Nepal.
— Sharad Acharya, Class VIII, GEMS
Alone
I love everyone
See, I am so loving
But there is none to console me
When I am sobbing.
I care for everyone
See, I am so caring
But there is none to care for me
Nobody dares to.
I help everyone
See, I am so helpful
But there is none to help me
When I am chased by a bull.
I share with everybody
See, I am so generous
But my friend shouts at me
When she loses her earring.
— Viveckh Pandey, Class IX, Wilson Academy
Discrimination
In this age of ours
With the help of powers
The rich are suppressing the poor
Who always lie down on the floor.
Poor people beg for mercy
Help and food
But rich care only for
Their own good.
Most in many places
Tend to survive on other’s flesh
Though aware of such dreadful facts
The rich continue to perform such greedy acts.
In the mad rat-race of today
The value of men is lost
In the process of cheating and selfishness
Busy are the people of much richer classes.
— Annie Shrestha, Class VIII, Emerald Academy
Face-to-face with fear
September 17
The day of horror
Thaat day I stood in terror
Reciting some prayer
For my turn to come never
The clouds gathered
Making me happy
But there was no rain
Which made me sad
My turn came closer
And I stood in fear
People staring at me
I could not bear
With tears in my eyes
I ran down the stairs
And that was it
The day of my embarrassment
Which I could never forget.
— Akriti Maharjan, Class IX, Lalitpur Madhyamik Bidhyalaya
