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Day: September 20, 2022

A Jolly Time Of The Year I Student Noah I Little Writers Program

By admin in Poetry on September 20, 2022

An original free-verse style poem by our student Noah.

Noah is 10 years old young writer from Gurgaon. He is an avid reader, gamer, and sports enthusiast. We are proud to have him as a student of the Little Writers Program, an Online Creative Writing Program using Applied Storytelling & Theatre tools under the mentorship of Trainer Khusshbo Chokhaani. We congratulate Noah for this exemplary true self-expression.

A Jolly Time Of The Year

Christmas is a jolly time of year

Where everyone opens up to good times and cheer

Nothing can stop this holiday

Almost everyone celebrates this day.

 

All negative thoughts are thrown into a pit

Christmassssssssssssss, what a jolly time

Put up the decorations

Light up the fireplace

Sing the carols and

All of that is just the beginning for a cheerful new year!

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One Cold, Winter Morning…I Student Samaira Bhansali I Little Writers Program

By admin in Poetry on September 20, 2022

An Original Recipe Poem by our student Samaira Bhansali.

Samaira Bhansali is 12 years old young writer from Mumbai. Her passion is writing and journalism. She usually writes autobiographies on exciting incidents that she has been through. We are proud to have her as a student of the Little Writers Program, an Online Creative Writing Program using Applied Storytelling & Theatre tools under the mentorship of Trainer Khusshbo Chokhaani. We congratulate Samaira for this exemplary true self-expression.

One Cold, Winter Morning….

One cold, winter morning, my mother said,
‘’Oh, you lazy nitwit, get out of bed!’’

And I knew that if I didn’t lift my head,
Then the very next second, I’d be dead.

She’d push, she’d pull, she’d smack, she’d whack,
She’d never give me my pillow back!

She’d rush, she’d fuss, she’d knack, she’d attack,
She’d even stop to have a snack.

She’d huff, she’d puff, she’d crush, she’d thrush,
She’d pour over the water with a gush.

She’d gulp, she’d clasp, she’d flush, she’d slush,
She’d even stop to use her brush.

One cold, winter morning, my mother said,
‘’Oh, you lazy nitwit, get out of bed!’’

And I knew that if I didn’t lift my head,
Then the very next second, I’d be dead.

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