SCHOOOL TIMES : poesy
Little birdie
What kind of bird you are
With such colourful
feathers
And a red, red beak
Like a cherry fit to eat.
You can fly up in the sky
High over the roofs
You can sing so sweetly
Like the voice of a fairy.
Yet you are in a cage
Playing with the swing
Eating a carrot
Talking very stupidly.
— Sabina Shrestha, Class VI, Nightingale
International Boarding School, Kathmandu
Seasons
Four seasons in a year
Spring, Summer
Autumn and Winter
Spring and Summer are a little hot
Autumn and Winter
are always cold.
The flowers bloom in
the Spring
The weather is neither
hot nor cold
Summer sweat wets
the body
People take bath
frequently.
From the cloud the
rains fall
Umbrellas and raincoats are used by all
In winter snow falls all over
And the people start
to shiver.
— Manoj Budhathoki, Class IV, Bhanubhakta Memorial HS School, Kathmandu
My teacher
My teacher is sweet
She lives in a hall
She goes to metro mall
She gives us a loving kiss
She is Nirmala Miss.
— Priyadarshani Shrestha, Class III, Shuvatara School, Kathmandu
Friend
My best friend is Manisha
She has a sister named
Anisha
She likes to play with dolls
Her sister likes to play ball.
Her surname is KC
Her favourite toy is teddy
In my tears and fear
She is always near.
— Nonika, Class V,
Mother Land Academy, Kathmandu
Our journey
In the morning
We go to school
In the evening
We go back home
Home is beautiful
School is too
Family in the home
And teachers at school.
— Aakritti Koirala, Class III, Bagmati Boarding School, Kathmandu