An original nature-based story, written by our student Manan Saini.

Manan is a student, studying at the prestigious Asian World School, Jaipur. We are proud to have him as a student of the Creative Writing Program through Applied Storytelling under the mentorship of Trainer Khusshbo Chokhaani. We congratulate Manan for this exemplary true self-expression.

Loki and The Talking Trees

Once upon a time, a fox called Loki lived in a deep dark forest. He claimed that he could talk to trees, but no one believed him. All the animals disrespected the plants and trees and were unaware of the importance of trees. The animals living there used to pluck plants just for playing. To them, trees were only meant for food. To prove that he could talk to trees and that trees were not just meant for food, Loki went to the King of Trees, the Banyan tree, and explained everything to Mr. Banyan tree.

Mr. Banyan Tree agreed with Loki, and they both made a plan. The next sunny morning, Loki announced a meeting at 3 pm. All the animals living there were in deep thought, wondering, ‘Why did Loki call us?’ In a blink of an eye, it was already 3 pm. At sharp 3 pm, all the animals gathered in the meeting area. Mr. Lion King asked, ‘Why did you call us, Loki?’

“Do you see all these trees? These trees are angry with all of you, and they are going to wither,” replied Loki.

“But who cares? Trees are only meant for food. We will arrange food from the neighborhood forest,” said Mr. Lion King.

‘NO! Trees are not just meant for food. If there will be no trees, rainfall will not occur, there will be no water, and one day our home will be dried. There will be no water to drink, and one day we all will die. Trees maintain the beauty of our home. Trees are not just meant for food. Trees gives us oxygen. They give us fresh air to breathe. They suck up carbon dioxide. They give us shade during peak summers,” replied Loki angrily.

After saying that, a drop of hush fell over that place. Loki could see feelings of regret in everyone’s eyes.

‘We are extremely sorry, but what should we do now?’ said Mr. Lion King.

‘Trees are extremely angry with all of you, but I will talk to them. Repeat after me, “We are extremely sorry for our rude behaviour towards you, and now we will not harm you all.”

Everyone repeated after Loki. Loki heard a voice coming from the dark of the forest, “We forgive you all this time, but this is the last time.” But this time, Loki and everyone heard the same voice.

Everyone started believing Loki and never harmed the trees from that day. They started planting more and more trees. They started taking care of trees.

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An original collection of poems, written by our student Tanvi Dash.

Tanvi is 14 years old young writer from Hyderabad. Dancing is her passion. We are proud to have her as a student of the Little Writers Program, an Online Creative Writing Program using Applied Storytelling & Applied Theatre tools under the mentorship of Trainer Khusshbo Chokhaani. We congratulate Tanvi for this exemplary true self-expression.

1. Boring School Routine”-Quatrain Free Verse Style Poetry- Tanvi Dash

I wake up early by the irritating alarm ringing beside my bed,
And go to the washroom and see my clumsy face and head.
I brush my teeth in a hurry with no interest,
Get ready for school, unenthusiastically leave my cosy nest.

I find my usual desk with my humorous friends,
And listen to the teacher’s boring history legends.
Oh! But the recess is what I least look forward to,
The awful smell filled the room, with my friend’s smacking chew!

My science teacher goes for explanations,
In evaporation, conduction, and filtration.
Now it’s time we wave our goodbyes,
And give each other tired high fives.

I reach home with my bag weighing a ton,
And after eating, studying, and playing the day is done.
I woke up early the next day, again,
And it goes again, again and again.

Now I miss my crazy friends, the huge library, the sweaty playground,
And I wish I hadn’t asked God for such a long holiday so now I’m home bound
Smiling friendly faces are now rare to be seen,
And the television goes vaccine, vaccine, and vaccine.

2. “The Bus Stop”-Couplet Onomatopoeia Style Poetry-Tanvi Dash

I hear the deafening honk of the buses,
When they arrive at the bus stop.

The brassy roar of the bus engine,
While it departs with passengers.

The jingling bells of the hawkers,
When they arrive with their goods.

The shrill street cries of the vendors,
When they sell toys and garments.

The loud vrooming of the cars,
When they noisily pass by.

The chattering of the nearby people,
While they patiently wait for their buses.

The humming of the airplane,
When it passes over our heads.

The riotous bus stop sounds I hear,
While I wait for my school bus.

3. Ganesh -An Epic Style Poem- Tanvi Dash

Ganesh, the king of obstacles, the elephant god,
Son of mother Parvati and mighty Shiva Lord.
With his brother, Karthikeya, he lived in heavens,
With other gods and could use all the weapons.

He had the prestigious privilege of being worshipped first,
The jealous gods wanted this entitlement to quench their thirst.
They thought it was highly unfair and decided to race.
The one who completes three rounds of the world for him victory awaits!!

The race began and everyone rushed on their loyal pets.
However, young Ganesh was doing his morning chores with no regrets!
When he was finally done, he said that his respectful parents were his world,
Made three rounds of them and a great deal of respect he earned.

The gods agreed that precocious Ganesh deserved this honour.
Touched by this gesture, Shiva delightedly thumped him on his shoulder.
The troublesome problem was solved by Ganesh the clever,
He was then wholeheartedly worshipped first forever.

4. Lost in the Jungle!!- Quatrain Style Poem-Tanvi Dash

My plane crashed,
I was the only survivor.
I had no options
But to find help.

It was a dense forest,
And there was no one.
My sight was useless,
So was my smell.

I had an injured arm.
I felt the unexplainable pain,
So, my touch was of no use.
I carefully took a step.

My ears were the only way,
To hear a movement.
With hope, I walked forwards,
But I tripped and fell.

I sat there and listened
I heard a quick hustle
Was it just a mouse?
Or was it a snake!?

I got up and cautiously moved,
And heard the trees and leaves.
Were they just swaying?
Or were they warning me?

I heard some babble,
Water!
I swiftly moved that way.
I heard the pleasant coos.

I there were continuous chirps
And everything was wet around me.
A snake!
No, it was just a tree branch.

I reached the gushing river,
Which made a tremendous noise.
I walked against the flow,
The sounds were muffled by the burbles.

I walked and walked,
It was tiresome.
I spent many days walking,
But I hopefully searched.

Then I heard a ‘Baaaa’,
A sheep!
I walked forward feebly,
There wasn’t much energy left.

I heard some footsteps,
But everything turned blur.
I saw a blurry image of a man.
I rejoicingly smiled and fainted.

Now, I live with an old man,
In a village near the noisy forest.
I have made many friends here,
And I survived!

5. Musical Kitchen- Sound Poem- Tanvi Dash

The gurgle of the drain
While the vegetables are washed,
The whirring of the exhaust fan
When the spicy air rises up.

The thudding of knives
While the potatoes are sliced,
The sizzling of frying pan
When the onions touch it.

The scraping of spatula
While spreading the paste,
The beeping of microwave
When the food is cooked.

The clinking of plates
While the food is served,
The squeaking of chairs
When everyone sits down.

The rumble of my tummy
While I smell the tangy aroma,
The munching of my mouth
When I hear the kitchen sounds.

6. Fireflies -Couplet Style Poem- Tanvi Dash

They appear in the eerie night,
Aren’t capable of giving a hideous fright.

Like dazzling fairy lights, they look,
Under a tree with a fascinating book.

I caught a weak one in my hand,
It sedately faded away in my hand.

I left it steadily on the ground,
It started to warmly glow again, I found!

It rose in the chill, night air,
Like the distant stars it started to flare!

But I patiently wait each night for them,
They glow vividly, just like a gem.

7. Wonders -Poem on Book Titles- Tanvi Dash

Elizabeth was the naughtiest girl in school,
Whose best friend was little Matilda.
They troubled Harry Potter all day long.
One day they met Percy Jackson,
Who was worshipped as The Little Prince.
He met a lost man named Gulliver’s Travel,
Who read out to him the diary of a young girl,
So that he could quench the thirst of all his wonders.

8.The Sneaky Arrival- Free Verse Style Poem- Tanvi Dash

I was wide awake all night,
And the whispers couldn’t give me a fright.
I could hear snores downstairs,
But the deathly silence wasn’t a nightmare.

I heard an owl hooting,
But my head still wasn’t drooping.
I could hear the faint cry of a baby,
Then soothing lullabies of a lady.

I was sitting silently in my room,
When I heard a muffled boom.
It sounded like the backdoor,
But who could it be at morning four?

I rushed down in hushed silence,
And I skipped a creaky stair, lost balance,
But sat there frozen in excitement,
And saw the sneaky arrival of Aunt Kent!!

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