I Want To Run

I want a holiday,

I don’t care if it isn’t May.

I’m sick of school,

All I do during classes

Is sit and drool.

I have a headache,

I can’t concentrate,

I want to run,

Run out of school;

Run into fresh air,

Out of the stuffy, classroom, that’s bare.

I want to kick back, relax,

Feel the sun on my face,

I’m sick of air-conditioning,

I’m tired of the fans turning,

I want some real, sweet-smelling wind.

I’m sick of Geography,

And Maths, History and Biology,

My head is full with English and Chemistry,

I want to empty my mind,

Empty it of knowledge that grinds.

I want to run,

Run towards freedom,

Run till I can’t anymore,

Run to the end of the world

Where it isn’t a bore,

Far, far away,

As far as possible,

From the dreaded building we call School!

Get Me Away!

I hate my school,

It’s stinky and rotten,

I don’t fit in,

That’s the bottom truth.

I thought this school would be great,

The day came; I could hardly wait.

Then disappointment fell,

After three months,

I still had only one friend.

They don’t talk my language,

All they do is gossip and boys,

They’re “girly-girls”,

Not like me; not at all.

In my old school we’d toss a ball,

During break, in the hall.

Here if I mention it,

They stare at me and giggle,

And say “Dude! We’ll get sweaty!”

I hate all who brought me here,

I feel like a bound and trapped deer;

I have no escape route,

This madness is enough to make one shout,

And scream and tear, at their hair,

“Get me away from this stinking place!”

Global Warming Is Increasing

Global warming is increasing,

Species and their habitats are decreasing;

All human-induced.

We throw rubbish on the streets,

And plastics in the creeks,

Not caring what will happen,

To the life living under,

The once clear blue water.

Tigers and lion,

Once so majestic and strong,

And tall and proud,

Now lie under blank, dark shrouds.

Birds of colourful feathers,

Are now tightly tethered,

To the fate of this earth,

By human hands.

I do feel frightened,

Of the fate that will befall,

Our generation someday.

I wish I could stall,

This dreadful decay,

Conservation, conservation,

The word is drummed into our skulls in school,

We think the people who act on it are cool.

Everyone talks about it,

We discuss, argue and debate,

But what action do we take?

This is a futile hope,

Until everyone starts caring,

The responsibility of this degradation,

We should start bearing.

M.S.S.A Chess Tournament

I like chess a lot and am in the school team. We all participated in the M.S.S.A (Mumbai School Sports Assosciation) Chess Tournament. It took place in Dadar. The tournament was from Tuesday, September 11 to Friday, September 14. I was participating in Under-14 Girls, and it was on Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday. We had to be at school by 7am; the school was providing transport by bus. The tournament started at 8.30am and ended at around 4.30 to 5pm. I awoke sleepily at 6am all three days and my driver drove me to school. The bus was hot and it had completely no air-conditioning. I can’t say I hadn’t been expecting it and felt inclined to complain. We arrived at 8.30 sharp and I checked out the place. It was pathetic, to say the least. There was only a hot, stuffy raised platform for everyone to sit; covered by a roof of cloth. None of us wanted to sit there; we were sweating.  The place was littered and habitable to flies and mosquitoes; but certainly not to humans. There were sweet wrappings, chewing gums, and chocolates and paper plates lying around, unattended to. I hated that place. On with the tournament! There were three matches taking place over the three days; nine matches in total. I won my first two; I was elated. However, I lost the third. But I went home, feeling good, as I had performed well on my first day of my first chess tournament. The next day, I had a draw, won one, and lost one. My score was now 3.5 out of 6. The final day, I won one, lost one, and my last round was a walkover. A point just given to me! My final score was 5.5 out of 9. I thought that was pretty good for my first tournament. The highest score in our school was a boy who had got 6 out of 9. I made up my mind to do better in my next match….and I WLL!

Bon Voyage!!

My Favourite Subjects

English is the best,

All among the rest!

Chemistry is about chemicals,

While maths is about decimals.

Geography is so boring,

I often find myself snoring…..

Biology is about cells,

Does that ring a bell?

So now you know why,

And you know I don’t lie,

About loving studies!

Teacher’s Day Celebration

We had a Teacher’s Day Celebration at my school today. It was fun-but mostly because I missed have of my lessons! There were several dances; both solo and groups, a poem recital, a few students displaying their talent with musical instruments, two songs, and a play. The dances took place first. Those talented dancers had worn an array of colourful costumes and clothes. However, there was one drawback in those dances. All the songs were mostly the same. Two or three groups had done Shakira- Hips Don’t Lie, there was a solo and a group who did Dhoom Again, there were three groups who did Dil Laga Na. These are definitely the most popular songs in the school. Anyway, each dance had its own different style. There was a fifth grade boy who did a stunning performence on Dhoom Again. He had imitated Hrithik Roshan’s steps and did it surprisingly well. He had got the loudest clap. Then came the revered musicians. A fifth grade boy displayed his talent by playing the tabla. A boy sang a song while playing on the guitar. Another boy played a beautiful melody on his flute, together with a boy on a piano. They got a collective cheer from the teachers and audience. Next; the bands of singers. Three boys composed a humourous song about the teachers. There were cries of “encore!” for this, but sadly, time did not permit them to do so. Five girls sang the song, “Superstar” quite beautifully. Then came the famous actors for the play; my friends. They acted a play in which three students from our school went to a radio jockey and expressed their gratitude for their teachers on radio. They even recited a poem they had composed together. The teachers especially enjoyed that. Last, but not the least, there was a poem recital by our Student Council President. Then, our principal addressed us with a few words. Finally, we were all dismissed to our classes, where we rejoiced at missing most of our lessons. But I really enjoyed th show, and I’m sure the teachers appreciate the effort the performing students have put in to create this wonderful show for their entertainment.

Cheerio, dudes

If I were Free….

I wrote this poem for Independance Day at my school. I must admit the content of this poem did not match the mood of Independance Day; but it was a good poem nevertheless…the theme was: What Freedom Means To Me..

If I were free,

I would ride,

A camel or a train.

Visit Rome, Siam or Nome,

Feel a hurricane.

Meet a king,

Learn to sing,

How to bake a pie,

Go to sea,

Plant a tree,

Find how airplanes fly.

Train a horse,

And of course,

Have all the dogs I’d like.

See the moon;

A sandy dune,

Or catch a whopping pike.

If I were free;

A chocolate sundae would be a vegetable for me.

And even if I forget to brush,

Or forget to flush,

No one would stop me from being,

Utterly FREE!!!