POET'S CREATIVE CORNER

I am unique, 

And do you know me? 

I make funny jokes, 

And light everyone with glee! 

 

I make games,  

Just for fun. 

Show it to my friends, 

And play it with everyone! 

 

I love cricket,  

In a jiffy I do a wicket. 

Quickly, I take the bat and my posture I fix 

When the ball comes, I do a six. 

 

I am unique. 

I am smart. 

I promise myself, 

In everything, I will take a part. 

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NAMANDEEP SINGH (4F)

I planted a small seed in a pot.

I gave it water every day.

I kept it in the sunshine.                         

After a few days, I saw a tiny green plant.

I was very happy.

I showed it to my parents.

They smiled and said, "Well done!"

I will take care of my little plant every day.

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ANIKET GARG (1A)

When someone speaks, let's look and hear,
By listening close, we show we care.
We wait our turn, we do not shout,
That's what respect is all about.
Our world is filled with different faces,
From many cultures, towns, and places.
Though we may live in different ways,
Kindness belongs in all our days.
Be helpful when a friend is low,
Give them a smile to help them grow.
Keep hands and feet to yourself each day,
And use soft words in work and play.
When playing games out on the floor,
Make room for one or two friends more.
No teasing names, no pushing past,
Let's build a friendship that will last.
For what you give comes back to you,
In everything you say and do.
Treat everyone with gentle grace,
To make the world a better place.

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PAHAL JAIN (8A)

Here's how a day starts for the mischief maker,
As he opens one eye and then the other.
Perched on the top of a high tree,
Exploring his surroundings with glee.

A mango tree in the distance he spots,
Ripe, fresh mangoes for a lovely breakfast!
There he goes, swinging from a branch to the other,
Unknown to the owners of the big white structure.

Nibbling into mangoes for the deepest delight,
Discarding those which seemed even a little not right.
Chattering away, creating an absolute mess,
Scampering off with his treasure at the slightest notice.

As he enjoys his meal at the top of the same high tree,
He sees a windowed structure where he never had a peek.
A human paw comes out and does something with a handle,
And the window moves in and bangs at the panel!

In his amazement he forgets his mangoes,
And resolves to conquer the mysterious moving windows.
But something more interesting catches his eye,
As a swarm of pigeons noisily enjoys food on a roof nearby.

Oh, who would keep food for those irritating flying pests?

He leaps on the roof to secure his right on the rest.
A little girl from the street looks up at the startled cries,
From the twenty terrified pigeons lifting off to the skies.

“A monkey! A monkey!”, the little girl screams.
Oh no! The entire neighbourhood awakes from its dreams.
His adventures will have to wait, his movements controlled,
To escape being caught by people on a stroll.

He returns to the high tree which is his den,
The leftover mangoes will suffice till it's calm again.
He wonders if he dares venture to try out the window today.
No, he would have to do that some other day.

In a forest where the old trees stood tall,
The young ones grew beneath their shadowed walls.
“Grow higher,” whispered the winds above,
“Reach the skies, earn the sun’s warm love.”

Their roots held stories nobody knew,
Of storms they survived and mornings they grew.
Their branches stretched, but the weight grew too,
With every leaf came a rule to pursue.

The elders measured the height of their trees,
Compared their blossoms, counted their leaves.
“Why aren’t you taller? Why aren’t you bright?
Why don’t you bloom in the perfect light?”

So the little trees painted their bark green,
Hiding the cracks that could not be seen.
They swayed in silence through the pouring rain,
Smiling outside while carrying pain.

The forest forgot that roots need care,
That growing takes time, that life isn’t fair.
A tree does not fail when it bends in the storm,
It only proves that it has weathered the norm.

And one day the forest will finally see,
The strongest trees grow naturally.
Not from pressure, not from a race,
But from sunlight, patience, and a little space.

For a forest is beautiful, wild, and free,
When every tree becomes what it’s meant to be.

I love summer time, it’s so fine,

I drink lemonade all the time,

As I sit peacefully at home,

Playing chess with my mom.

 

The Sun rises and sunlight hits my face,

I shine with such grace,

I go around glowing brightly,

And everyone says that I am so sprightly!

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Anika Singh (Class 4B)

I chased a butterfly, light and free,
It whispered, “Slow down, come see me.”
The trees said, “Breathe”, the wind said, “Rest”,
Nature always knows what’s best.

 

No shiny things, no race to win,
Real happiness begins within.
Care for the Earth, let kindness flow,
Plant some love and watch it grow.

Moral:
Happiness grows when we love and care for nature. 

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Abir Sonkhla (4G)

One day, I decided to surprise my mother by helping in the kitchen.

 I quietly went in and tried to make tea like her.

I added water, milk, and sugar, but by mistake,

I added salt instead of sugar! When my mother tasted it,

she made a funny face. I got scared at first, but then

she started laughing. When I tasted it too, I couldn’t

stop laughing either. My “special salty tea” became a

big joke at home. It was a cute and funny moment that

I will never forget.

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Divisha Yadav (4D)

माँ भी कभी बच्ची होगी,

आँखों में कुछ सपने होंगे।

हाथों में कुछ पल भी होंगे,

मासूम-सी एक लड़की होगी।

 

सखियों संग घूम-घूम के,

तितली कभी पकड़ती होगी।

अपनी बात मनवाने को,

कभी तो ज़िद पर अड़ती होगी।

माँ भी जब बच्ची होगी।

 

हम पर प्यार लुटाने वाली,

हर ग़म पर मुस्काने वाली,

अपने सपने बुनती होगी।

जब यह सोचता हूँ,

गुदगुदा-सा जाता हूँ।

सोचो तो माँ कैसी होगी,

जब वो छोटी बच्ची होगी।

I, a tiny little fairy,
telling a story,
when one night,
a dream came and changed my sight.

Every time I said to my mother,
“Let’s spend some time together,”
she always replied, “Later,
I have lots of work, don’t bother.”

I got onto the bed,
keeping these thoughts in my head.
In my dream, I saw myself as mumma, and mumma as daughter,
I was working hard, but still shared laughter.

I tried to hide my real pain,
for my family’s gain.
I woke up in the morning,
and realised mumma manages everything

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Parina Rana (4E)

Finally, the day has come when we sleep after the lazy sun rises—and

honestly, even the sun is jealous of how late we wake up now! Yes,

winter vacations have started, and life suddenly feels ten times better. No

alarms, no rushing, no “Wake up or you’ll miss the bus!” Winter mornings

become a battle between us and our blankets, and the blanket always

wins. The cold breeze, foggy roads, and warm beds make us feel like

we’re living in a cozy winter movie.

 

Winter holidays give us the perfect excuse to enjoy life without any guilt.

We can sit in the sun like lizards soaking up heat, watch TV for hours, and

still say we’re “resting because it's cold.” Even parents relax a

bit—sometimes. Playing with friends in the afternoon sun, chatting with

cousins, or simply rolling in blankets like a burrito becomes our daily

routine. Winter also turns everyone into a storyteller, especially in the

evenings when the whole family gathers around the heaters and starts

sharing funny childhood tales.

 

And of course, the best part of winter is the food—because winter

calories don’t count! We can live freely and enjoy garam-garam paratha

with hot tea and cream. The moment the paratha lands on the plate, the

whole house runs to the kitchen like hungry penguins. Gajak, peanuts,

soup, and all the winter treats make the cold days super fun. Winter

vacations are truly a mix of laughter, laziness, warmth, and delicious

food—making them the best holidays of the year.

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If you're safe on the net, you are safe in real life,

Your data is something a thief may steal.

 Giving your private information online,

It’s the worst thing to do when you want to pass the time.

 If one wants to do something funny,

They can morph your photo and sell it for money.

 

What is the big deal in letting one know,

I live in Denmark, and then you get a blow.

 Remember the last time on X you said,

I go to the gym on Thursday and straight to bed.

 He may send a comrade to steal your stuff, and

now, why are you sad you’ll have to bluff?

 

So, isn’t it easier to keep your lips sealed,

Keep strong passwords and stay under the shield.

 In the world’s wide web, it’s best to be wise,

Protect what is yours, and avoid any lies.

 When in crisis, definitely go.

To dial the cyber-crime portal on “One Nine Three O.”

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PRANSHUL AGGARWAL

The cheers of “Merry Christmas!” ripple through the hall,

And crowds pour in, overflowing the mall.

Buying gifts, unwrapping them again and again,

Guessing whether it’s Barbie… or maybe Ken.

Tearing open presents is honestly the best part—

Is it a PS5 or a secret family tart?

Then comes Christmas dinner, everyone’s delight—

Plum cake, chicken, mashed potatoes… a feast done right.

Decorating the tree, snagging food samples for free,

And placing the star on top with so much glee—

The perfect finishing touch, sweet as a cherry,

A moment so simple, yet forever merry.

But soon the season ends, and the sparkle fades away,

Taking down the tree where memories used to stay.

The décor disappears, the magic long gone—

And waking up for school feels extra rough at dawn.

Winter arrives quietly in India, not with snow,

but with soft sunlight that feels gentle on the skin

and mornings wrapped in a cool mist that drifts slowly

over fields, rooftops, and half-awake streets.

The breeze carries a light chill,

just enough to make us pull our sweaters closer,

and tea stalls breathe out warm clouds of steam

that mix with the fog like little stories beginning to rise.

Trees don’t turn white here,

but their leaves sway with a calmer rhythm,

and the grass glistens with dew—

tiny droplets catching the sun like shy sparks.

People walk faster, hands tucked into pockets, and

bicycles ring through the hazy lanes, Their sound

is clearer than usual,

as if winter sharpens every small detail.

Evenings arrive earlier, soft and golden,

with the sky turning a faint purple at the edges—

and under those fading colors,

The day ends slowly, almost thoughtfully,

a rhyme of calm after the rush of hours.

And somewhere between cool mornings

and warm quilts waiting at night,

Winter reminds us that beauty doesn’t need snow—

sometimes it’s just in the quieter pace of life,

and the comfort it leaves behind

 

PRANSHUL AGGARWAL

He came into my world, loud and small

With toy cars zooming down the hall

I had my books, my quiet space-

Then boom! A wild face in my face

 

He asks too many “why’s” a day,

And never puts his socks away

He jumps on beds, he breaks my pens,

Then he calls me the “best sister”

 

I roll my eyes, he PULLS my hair,

We argue over who gets the front seat

But when I’m sad, he somehow knows-

He brings me a chocolate (half-melted though)

 

He’s chaos wrapped in giggles and glue,

With scraped-up knees and one lost shoe

I’m the boss, the guide, the referee-

But he’s the heart that softens me.

 

We’re not at alike, and that’s just fine-

He’s the punchline to my straight line

And though he drives me up the wall,

He’s my forever, after all (I guess)

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SSANVI DUA

Limerick

There once was a boy in a school

That taught magic very, very cool

Oh, look! My acceptance letter

The story’s just getting better

And yes, the school had ghouls!

 

Haiku

Hogwarts – magic school

If you want to cast a spell

This is the right place

 

Swish and flick, goes my magic stick,

Hogwarts, it’s bigger than a million bricks,

 

Let’s go to the Great Hall

For some pumpkin juice and cake

There’s a giant squid in the Giant Lake

Charms and Transfiguration,

 

Potions and Divination

And out of the gloom, rises a flying broom,

Lets play in the Quidditch Pitch,

With the Quaffle and the Snitch!

The phenomenon that has convinced us to wake up early in the morn.

for nothing in the universe now holds greater priority

than checking whether the network is still on.

Without it, life feels painfully slow and frankly a bore,

But with it, even the clouds seem ready to roar.

In today’s world, its necessity only grows.

Some use it for harmless timepass, while others treat it like a research thesis they never wrote.

A habit firmly planted in every age group’s soul -

a reliable source of entertainment and communication, its unquestioned goal.

Meanwhile, children stare endlessly at glowing screens,

laptops, phones, televisions, tablets - each emitting its own dramatic gleam.

Naturally, this loyal companion has also contributed

to the gradual disappearance of healthy eyesight in several kids -

a never-ending connection, as mysterious as the end of a rainbow no one can ever reach.

Wi-Fi, the new foundation of modern living,

is a beam of trust that keeps on believing

that every discovery or invention today

secretly depends on it.

Truly, if technology has a godfather,

the title has already been claimed.

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SSANVIKA GUPTA

Quarante jours de combat- le pacte silencieux,

L'homme la quitte sur ordre du ciel. Elle reste intacte,

 mais pas pour longtemps, Le chapeau mourant couronnera son tort.

 Buvant le poison forcé, savourant chaque goutte,

 Elle sert son mari dans la mort- même la serpillière.

 L'une d'elles a tenté de s'enfuir, ce fut un échec, Ils l'ont jetée du haut.

 Nul ne pouvait échapper à cette malédiction, même le plus puissant a explosé.

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VARTIKA SRIVASTAVA

I look up at the sky as I write this to you

I tell myself you're in a better place.

But I still see a glimpse of you in the welkin

As if the stars have formed into your face.

I remember that rocking chair of yours

The black leather one you loved so much.

I can't stand seeing it empty nowadays

It still has your scent and your touch.

You always spoiled me with gifts

And drove me to school everyday.

We stayed up watching TV every night

How I wish I could go back to that day.

And I wish I could believe in heaven

And that you have finally found peace.

As I learn to accept that you're gone

Leaving traces of what used to be.

While I so terribly grieve your loss

I'll honour you with every smile and tear.

You lived a life to be celebrated

By this family, you'll always be held dear.

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Saanjh Sahay 10D

What’s in a breed? Well everything- people would say?

Good manners and brains, often lead the way.

 Furry coat, size and pedigree, are sought after.

Appearances are all that matter.

 Pups born on the street are an unpleasant sight.

People shun them out of fright.

 They scrounge the streets for food and shelter.

No one seems to care when they run helter-skelter.

 Who needs them? I sometimes wonder.

Pedigree strikes people’s hearts like thunder.

 Society is our moral dictate.

So people leave them to their fate.

 How can we flaunt an Indie pup around?

Reputations can at no cost be drowned.

 Looks, Looks and Looks are the Hook.

To get inclusion in the ‘Famous Book’.

 But do these hooks ever last?

Only till a new trend emerges fast.

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Vaanya Bhasin 9G

The raindrops dance around my windowpane,

They call out to me, seeking to lure me away

From my daily chores, so terribly mundane,

I think they want me to come play in the rain.

 

So I close my books and move my chair,

unlatching my window, I wistfully stare

If I should play, the rain would mar my clothes and hair

So I quiet my yearnings and take to my books again.

 

But the raindrops come knocking again

They playfully await me at my windowpane

I tell them I am no longer the young, blithe girl

who abandons her drudgeries, to go and play.

 

Though I would never have forsaken the rain

When I was a little girl, no older than ten

But now I am cautious, too conscious to play

So I reverie with rain into the fragments of a yesterday.

 

And the rain stops calling for me eventually,

the raindrops slip down my windowpane.

I feel myself fall deep into a dull despair

I think they would’ve wanted me to play in the rain.

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Saanjh Sahay 10D

Clouds went crazy,

had their fun,

Splashing water on everyone!

Gurugram turned into “Jalgram” town,

Cars got stuck, and traffic broke down.

Children grabbed their bags to go,

Rain said, “Wait — I’ll steal the show!”

Umbrellas popped in colors bright,

Still our shoes went squish-squash right!

Inside the class, what did we see?

Madam sneezing — “Achoo! Hee-hee!”

Chalk got soggy, books went damp,

School was turning into a camp!

Roads became like oceans wide,

Cars were floating, side by side.

Papa came with a worried face,

“Driving here is a water race!”

Clouds kept roaring — boom, boom, boom!

We rushed back home — no more classroom.

At last, the rain got tired too,

Sat down quietly — “I’m done, adieu

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RAGHVI KHANTWAL (3G)

Earthquakes shake, floods rise high,

Nature's warnings, we can't deny.

We're in danger, it's plain to see,

What can we do to set nature free?

 

We can reduce, reuse, recycle too,

Plant more trees, and see this through.

Conserve water, save energy with care,

Let's protect nature, show we truly care.

 

 We can make a change, starting today,

For a brighter future, in a better way.

Let's join hands, and work as a team,

To save our planet, it's a noble dream.

### CONCLUSION

We can all be nature's friends,

And help our planet till the very end. Let's take action, and do our part,

To keep our Earth safe, and full of heart.

 

 

This poem aims to raise awareness about natural disasters and encourages everyone to take small steps to protect the environment

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VAMIKA VATS (3C)

My country’s name is India

I will keep it clean,

I will make it shine,

This lovely land is truly mine.

 

I love my flag, it’s tricolor

Saffron, white and green so tall

The Ashoka wheel is in the center —

A sign of truth, peace and valor.

 

I love my country, this is true

And I will always be loyal too

I will help it grow and always say

Jai Hind ! Jai Bharat ! everyday.

 

Kaviratn Singh, II F

Who is she?

She doesn’t yet herself know.

The power she holds as she grows,

The intricacy she provides with her blissful gaze

is known to her sight.

Why is she so far away from the light?

Shouldn’t she be like the other kids

who are dancing in the rain

living a life full of colours

away from all miseries and pain.

But she, she finds the rain depressing

Her thoughts are deeper

How can one find solace seeing the nature crying?

How can there be colours be in one’s life

When the nature itself is black and white.

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​Deepshikha Singh, XI C

In a midnight summer dream, I wander through,

An amethyst sky where the stars renew.

A starry night with whispers low,

Guides my path in a jaded glow.

 

Fortune's hand, unseen but near,

Shapes my fate with silent cheer.

A navigator in the cosmic stream,

Steering through my midnight summer dream.

 

The trees, with leaves like emeralds bright,

Sway and dance in the mystic light.

Their shadows play upon the ground,

A silent symphony all around.

 

Oceans deep and rivers wide,

Reflect the heavens, side by side.

Ripples whisper secrets old,

Of tales untold and dreams of gold.

 

Through fields of stardust, I make my way,

As night gives birth to the break of day.

The morning dew, a jeweled thread,

Weaves a tapestry where dreams are spread:

A midnight summer dream's embrace,

A timeless journey through time and space.

There are so many types of books

Don’t judge only on their different looks

Some may be full of thrillers, suspense

And bits of an unsolved mystery

Others may delve deep into the past

And bring out some pieces of history

Here comes our dear friend, comedy

Amusing and hilarious, you want to read some more

And the fables in the storybooks tell you

Tales you have never ever heard before

There are so many types remaining

That I have not told you about yet

But go ahead and pick up a book,

Because they are the best friends you’ve met!

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Anya Anuva Khatua, V D

Under green trees, where shadows stay,

Streams sing softly on their way.

Flowers bloom with colors bright,

Butterflies dance in morning light.

 

The golden sun smiles on hills so high,

Birds chirp sweet songs as they fly.

Cool winds whisper through the air,

Nature’s beauty is everywhere.

 

Moon and stars at night do glow,

Teaching wonders we should know.

Let’s protect this world so dear,

For its magic brings us cheer.

 

Viaan Nigaam, IV A

This is a world, so magical and ethereal

Do these adjectives ring a bell?

You are correct, this is our Mother Earth!

A planet with the highest worth

Some lands, as empty as deserts,

While others, filled with unique pleasures

Lush green forests, both tall and small

Something that ignites peace in all

Thundering skies and showering rain

Sunlit fields of corn, scattered with grain

Chilly breeze of snow-capped mountains

Drifting leaves on these wide terrains

Ferocious roars of tigers roaming the evergreen forests

The whispers of rivers that are so honest

Leaves crunching in the cloudy haze of fall

The most powerful sound is nature’s call

 

Veda Mathur, VIII G

A set-up stage,

A scintillating initiative very bright,

Curiosity danced on the air, in the evening light.

The Amity family so vast, people showed up in a force,

 that would forever last in their heart.

A celebration of words,

in writing’s name, enhancing Amity’s fame.

The niche of the show, to revere,

principals gathered to steer us clear.

And our honourable chairperson ma’am,

Mrs. Amita Chauhan, held dear, Making stand,

 for Amity’s plan so grand,

soulfully igniting children across the land.

Ms. Jyoti Mishra describing her journey quite bold,

From shy school peer to a well known

news reporter with a gold.

Her story enlightened a testament to preserve very strong.

Her words resonated deep and long.

The final curtain call, the jury member’s decision was very wise. Amity Noida had raised the prize.

But no stone was left unturned, hence every school

 was recognised turn by turn.

A family of joy where hearts took flight.

In Amity’s global times, memory unites.

 

Shreshtha Karan, VIII-G