Street boy
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