1. A Tribute to Agatha Christie  -   Prerona Dutta - Class X A
2. Don Quixote -  Shashank Shekhar - Class VI A
3. Rain - Shashank Shekhar - Class VI A
4. Helpless Children  - Debarati Ghosh Majumder - Class VII B
5. The Clock -  Apala Bhowmick - Class X A
6. Riot - Neera Majumdar - Class X A
7. A Child’s Story - Sayantan Bera - Class VIII B

‘While the Light Lasts’, a beautiful shadow it casts,

Followed by an ‘Endless Night’;

‘The Unexpected Guest’ on his secret little quest

Creates a mysterious sight.

‘The Man in the Brown Suit’, hearing the owl’s hoot,

Journeyed to ‘Destination Unknown’-

A ‘Passenger to Frankfurt’ was seriously hurt

And all could hear him groan.

‘Five Little Pigs’, eating figs,

Got caught in ‘The Mousetrap’!

‘Cards On the Table’ were not so feeble

That they couldn’t give you a slap!

‘At Bertram’s Hotel’, ‘The Clocks’ could tell

The time of arrival of the bride;

And as soon as she did, behind the doors mice hid,

And ‘The Mirror Crack’d From Side to Side’

‘Why Didn’t They Ask Evans?’, what sort of grievance

She had against ‘The Third Girl’?

A ‘Dumb Witness’ to the bloody mess

Was devoured by the crocodile with a snarl.

‘They Came to Baghdad’ and had a good bath,

And witnessed ‘Evil Under the Sun’;

All came to know that ‘Death comes as the End’-

‘And Then There Were None’!

The whole day long Don Quixote reads books

He takes his sword and kills the crooks

With Sancho Panza he goes on an ambitious adventure

Across the plains and mountains he’ll venture

He takes his horse with him, Rosinante’s its name

And promises Sancho glory and fame

He goes in search of a terrible enchanter

And when he’ll find him with a lance he’ll counter

He thinks some windmills to be mighty giants

And attacks them with his weapon because he thinks they are tyrants

And when he finishes off the giants he becomes very proud

Resuming their adventure, far away they send a crowd

Sancho sees two ladies sitting in a coach

And figures out two monks as they approach.

To Quixote they are magicians very bad

And have captured the maidens who are very sad

He attacks the monks and vanquishes them easily

The ladies say, ‘thank you’ and continue wisely

This is the story of a man who thinks himself a knight

Well! He sure does reach a quixotic height.

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, here comes the rain

Into the streets and down the dark lanes

It falls on the ground with a drip, drip, drip,

And comes to the earth for a trip, trip, trip

The lightning strikes with a roar of thunder

And slowly I begin to wonder

Why does the rain fall on the ground

But when I asked my mother, she just frowned.

We are flowers

We are laurels

We are the future of our country.

All of us are the same

Still there is a distinction

because of birth and name.

Some go to school and receive education

But some have let themselves

Become the topics of essays and fiction.

‘How can we go to school?’ they say, ‘we have to work

And earn a living

We will go hungry if money we don’t bring.

Walking down the lonely streets of eternity-

I touch the dust that had once been mighty walls

There stood a palace with delights, majestic

But now, there’s nothing but empty halls of grief;

All the towers have been reduced to dust

But the clock in the church ticks on-

The ghosts and spirits roam the empty halls,

Craving to hear the footsteps that had once been theirs.

Craving for the touch of their once beloved,

Who had left on a stormy night

But the clock ticks on…

I enter deep into the city of history

To find empty hearts that had once been filled with love,

To find sunken skulls which once held the most charming smiles-

The clock ticks on…

Pieces of love lie scattered on the floor

People in this world care no more.

Tears run down the eyes of humanity People in this world enjoy their insanity

Crushed is the soul, the mind the heart

People in this world leave the matter apart.

Border, fences and wires are part

of this world’s desire

the black water extinguishes the patriotic fire.

The beat of the world is slowly fading

People do not want to rise from their sleeping

Wake,

Wake to realize the difference you can make.

Those days were very amusing!

I can easily remember those days

The day when I threw my grandfather’s walking stick into the drain,

My mother angrily said that I have no sense in my brain,

She came with long steps, and bashed, and thrashed me like the grain.

I cried a lot but my tears did not

Stop trickling down from my cheek,

And later she and my loving grandfather

hugged me affectionately.

But sorrows ran too deep.