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Phone Call Lady – Who Is She? | Student Avishi Bagga | Little Writers Program

By admin in Creative Writing, Poetry, Question and Answer Poetry on March 3, 2022

An Original Question & Answer Form Poem written by our student Avishi Bagga.

Avishi is 10 years old young writer from Gurugram. She is inspired by imagination which motivates her to express her daily thoughts through writing because she feels that she can make people learn something new in a fun way. We are proud to have her as a student of Little Writers Program, an Online Creative Writing Program using Applied Storytelling & Theatre tools under the mentorship of Trainer Khusshbo Chokhaani. We congratulate Avishi for this exemplary true self-expression.

Phone Call Lady – Who Is She? And Does She Get A Break?

When we talk on the phone,
And the other person puts us on hold,
Which lady keeps repeating that we are on hold?

When we try to call someone,
But they are out of network,
Which lady tells us that someone is out of network?

When we call someone,
And they are in another call,
Which lady tells us that someone is busy?

Does she get a break?

How can she speak so many languages?
While I can speak only 3.

Does she eat?

Does she sleep?

Does she go to the toilet?

Or does she only keep helping us through calls all day long?

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Lunar Cycle – The Many Moods Of The Moon | Student Seyon V Narendra | Little Writers Program

By admin in Environment Poetry, Poetry, Solar System on March 2, 2022

An Original Free Style Poem written by our student Seyon V Narendra.

Seyon is 8 years old from Saudi Arabia. We are proud to have him as a student of Little Writers Program, an Online Creative Writing Program using Applied Storytelling & Theatre tools under the mentorship of Trainer Khusshbo Chokhaani. We congratulate Seyon for this exemplary true self-expression.

Lunar Cycle – The Many Moods Of The Moon

There I was, in the dunes in the dark,

Looking at a ball of milk, rising in the sky.

From valleys to mountains between rocks and sand,

She shrank as she rose, with a glitter that never froze.

She was white as milk, and had dots like bubbles,

She likes to go around the earth every 28th day,

And plays a hide and seek game.

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