Future’s Artist and painters Part---3

Every child is very special and innovative in this word. Children have their own imagination, own creation .They don’t need any disturbance or interference from elders. They are strong willed, hence Whatever they decide they do it. They don’t like any Question at the time of their creation .But they only need our words of appreciation and inspiration…so please tell them how beautiful their creations are..how priceless their designs are. Have a look on these younger artist’s work……..

Artist------

Arnav Yash Srivastav

Jr k.G.

Gopal sharma school

Pawai

Mumbai

 Artist----
Akanksha
Class-4-D
St Marry convent School
Allahabad(U.P.)

                                                   Artist---Shreyash singh

                                           Class-7--c

                                                 St dominic savio college

                                        Lucknow

                                                            Artist---Nitya shefali

                                                                 Class-8-A

                                                           St dominic savio college

                                                     Lucknow

Silence of rain

O mother

How lovely and pleasant the weather is today

It’s calling me

Please allow me

To go out in the garden.

Where

Peacock is dancing

Flowers are smiling with

Their refreshed cheerful faces

Plants and trees are creating

A whistling sounds

With their extreme beauty

Every life on earth is

Dancing to the rhythm of

Rain’s sweet music

So why not me?

Mother please allow me to go

Out in the garden

Though the thunder

Of the clouds and lightening bolts 

Are frightening

But the peace of rain’s music

Is superb

and its overlapping the

Hammering sound of clouds

make it less frightening.

I also want to dance

To rain’s music

Want to float paper boats

In the small pond of our garden

Want to chase the jumping frogs

Want to join the orchestra of

Rain’s music

Tree’s whistling

Peacock’s and flower’s dance

And cloud’s hammering

Lightening sounds.

So please allow me to

Go out in the garden

Mother

O my sweetest mother

Please allow me……

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Poetess----Neha shefali

My sweet village

Village

O, my sweet village

Where have you disappeared

I always miss you.....

Many times I searched you in

Concrete’s jungle of city

I searched you in my home’s

Nearby parks

I searched you on my computer’s screen

And also tried to search you on

Long black charcoal roads

But alas……

I could’nt found you any where.

Village

O, my sweet village

Where have you disappeared?

Some times I try to search you

In my defused memories

Some times in my dreams

Some times also try to search you

In my books,charts and maps

But alas…….

I always fail in my all attempts

To find you.

Village

O, my sweet village

Where have you disappeared?

O, my sweet village

Once

At least for once

I want to meet you

Want to go back

To my childhood

Want to play again

In your muddy lanes

Want to run in yellow mustard fields

Chasing colorful butterflies

Want to climb the mango trees

Want to taste sweet blackberries

Of my garden

Want to inhale the fresh air

In my soul

Filled with the sweet fragrance of

Jasmine, magnolia, marigold

And rose flower’s.

O,my sweet village

Give me a chance to meet you

I want to live my sweetest time

Again

Which I had spent in your loving lap.

***

Hemant Kumar

Grand mother

Grand mother…

O my grand mother

Where are you

Where are your sweet songs…

Where is your sweet food…..?

I always miss your soft touch

On my forehead

I always miss your fairy tales

At the bed time

Where is that blue sky

And Full moon light

The soothing shade

Of those mango trees…?

Grand mother….o my grand mother

Where are you ?

I always remember my childhood

And the time I spent with you….

My tear swollen eyes for want of food

And your sweet words “wait my prince.

 I am baking breads for you”

And your fingers getting burnt

From the frying pan due to hurry…..

And I also remember your sweet lulla-bys

Which you always sang to me at dinner time

To feed me ....with your loving hands

Will these things never return…

Can you not come back to me…?

Grand mother….o my grand mother

Where are you

Where are your sweet songs…..?

           --------

Hemant kumar 

Salma

                    There was a girl  named Salma. She lived with her parents in a small house. Her brother’s name was Saleem. Salma used to call her brother Sallu.

          Salma used to get up early each morning. After getting ready she would go to her school. After returning from school and having lunch she used to take rest. In the evening all her friends would come to her home.

     Raju,deenu,sheela,Paro and Maku. And then they would play games. All  children enjoyed this a lot.

        In summer their schools closed for vaccation. Now these children started getting bored. They did’nt know how to spend their long vacation. To them,their homes felt like jails. Their parents were not allowing them to go out during the day time because of the warm winds. They were allowed to play only in evenings.

        One day Salma’s maternal aunt came to live with her for a few days. She was a teacher in a school. Children again started enjoying their vacation because of her. They always gathered around Salma’s aunt. Some children wanted to hear fairy tails. Others choice was to hear ghost stories. Some wanted to play outdoor games with her. Children enjoyed a lot for ten days. Their most demanding activity was to hear ghost stories from aunt.

         On Sunday Salma’s aunt took them to an exhibition. They enjoyed the exhibition a lot. Some boys and girls purchased clay toys, some purchased musical toys, and some brought only sweets and ice-creams. But salma’s nature was different from other friends. She was not interested in toys or candy. She wanted to spend her money on some thing different and useful. Suddenly her eyes got fixed on a book shop. And she went there. She selected some picture story books and purchased four of them.

       When Salma returned to her aunt she laughed and asked her, “What will you do with these books?”

                “ O, these books…..I will read these stories after you go back to your village.” Aunty laughed again.

                 After some days Salma’s aunty went back to her village. Salma and her friends again started getting bored. They wondered how they would spend their vacations, kill their time.

       Raju said, “come on we will play…”

“Hm…..that we do daily.” Paro wade a face. Maiku suggested to revise their school work.

“No..no…summer vacations are meant for enjoying not for studying.” Sheela cried.

   “Then what else can we do now?” someone asked restlessly.

   Suddenly Salma remembered the story books which she had purchased from that exhibition.

“listen, I have an idea. I have some story books.” Salma rejoiced.

   “hm…so what are we going to do with those books.” Maiku asked.

     To this Salma said, “Someone will read the stories and all of us will listen. This will be a great time pass and we will gain knowledge too.”

 Everybody agreed to this suggation.

          Next day onwards, all friends would gather at Salma’s place in the afternoon. There they would enjoy the stories and snacks, thereby having a great time.

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Hemant Kumar