Say Cheese

The special day of my life would be

when I would spend

time with my family.

When I would watch television

and enjoy the cricket season !

When I would play on the computer

and be free from my studies !

When I get all these

I just feel like 'say cheese'

I want all these days back

When I get ready with my school bag packed...

THIS POEM WAS SUBMITTED BY SRIJITA PAUL, CLASS 'V' OF INDIAN SCHOOL SOHAR  AND WAS PUBLISHED IN THURSDAY MAGAZINE, TIMES OF OMAN APRIL 14-20, 2011.

The day I will never forget

I still remember June 24,2006. It was my eighth birthday. I woke up in the morning and took a bath, had my breakfast and was watching television. I had totally forgotten that it was my birthday.

My parents had come from their work place and we all had lunch together. Then my parents took a nap and I was watching some cartoon.

While watching cartoon I fell asleep on the sofa. When I woke up in the evening there was a big surprise. I could not believe my eyes.

I saw that my grandparents were in front of me and the room was decorated with balloons and there was a poster on which it was written 'Happy Birthday Kaveri'. After sometime I got dressed and all my friends came to my house.

We all played, sang songs, danced and ate together. We had a lot of fun together and after the party my friends and I unwrapped the gifts that I had got that day. And this was the most memorable day of my life. I'll never forget this day ever in my life. And I'll try not to forget my birthday again.

THIS ARTICLE WAS SUBMITTED BY 'KAVERI'  OF GRADE VIII, INDIAN SCHOOL SOHAR AND WAS PUBLISHED IN THE THURSDAY MAGAZINE (TIMES OF OMAN) IN THE ISSUE DATED April 14-20, 2011.

Welcome home dear sister !

The day my sister was born 
It was the most cherished day of all. 
I thought of her day and night, 
Thinking that she has entered this world 
And brightened our lives. 
The day my sister was born 
She was smitten by all.
People stared at her from all the angles, 
So pretty she was, that they gifted her bangles. 
The day my sister was born 
It was the most cherished day of all.


THIS WRITEUP WAS SUBMITTED BY DRASHIKA UDYAWAR OF GRADE VIII, INDIAN SCHOOL SOHAR AND PUBLISHED IN THURSDAY MAGAZINE(TIMES OF OMAN) DATED April 14-20, 2011.

Dream destination

I was confused, where to go when I grow up. I thought of Iceland, but it was too cold. I thought of Egypt, but it was too hot. I thought and thought but never found a good place.  I imagined, if I had Alladin's Ginny, I would have lots of fun. Suddenly the Ginny appeared before me and wanted to fulfill three wishes of mine. I was overjoyed, and asked him to tell me which place would be suitable for me. Ginny replied, New Zealand, and in seconds I reached there. I played there and had lots of fun. But then it became dark I asked Ginny to bring me back home. When I got up I found myself on my bed. Alas! It was a dream and that is what I think was my dream destination!

THIS WRITE UP WAS SUBMITTED BY ROLLIN FERNANDES, GRADE 'VII', INDIAN SCHOOL SOHAR AND PUBLISHED IN THURSDAY TIMES, TIMES OF OMAN IN THE ISSUE DATED MAY 27-JUNE2,2010.

Yummy Dream

Last night I had a strange dream. I was in a magical garden with my sister. Normally gardens are filled with flowers and trees but in my dream the garden was filled with chocolate flowers, lollipops, jellies and cotton candy trees. Next to the garden was a river not of water but of lemonade. How greedy we had become! I took a dip in it. Then the strangest thing happened. A volcano erupted and out came ice creams and puddings. After I saw some jelly rabbits. I couldn't resist and I started eating them. Before I could grab the last rabbit, to my disappointment, the alarm rang and it was time to go to school. I wished that I could continue that yummy dream again!.

THIS WRITE UP WAS SUBMITTED BY MOHIT HARI PILLAI, GRADE 'VII' INDIAN SCHOOL SOHAR AND PUBLISHED IN THURSDAY TIMES MAGAZINE, TIMES OF OMAN IN THE ISSUE DATED MAY 27- JUNE 2, 2010.

Pocket Money

I Enjoy collecting money
from my parents. They have given me two moneyboxes one for the notes, and the other for coins. When the coin box is full we change it for notes. My parents wish me to save the money for any need of ours. My sister and I have a competition, whoever collects and saves more money in a month can buy something they want. I have won twice my sister only once. It is fun buying things with my pocket money, mainly gifts for mom, dad and sister. The rest of the money we have saved.

THIS WRITE UP WAS SUBMITTED BY PIA SIMONE MENEZES, GRADE 'IV', INDIAN SCHOOL SOHAR AND PUBLISHED IN THURSDAY MAGAZINE, TIMES OF OMAN IN THE ISSUE DATED MARCH 12-18,2009.

Goodbye to my sister

Your smile….

Is like sunshine.

When you say something.

We laugh through the hour,

As the time gets very far!

Every time you help,

It is wealth

But just don’t leave,

I promise weep.

It’s not as far as it seems,

Just would wish to see you again!

Enjoy your days,

And smile every time.

THIS POEM WAS SUBMITTED BY NOUREEN NOUSHEER, GRADE 'IV' INDIANS SCHOOL SOHAR AND PUBLISHED IN THURSDAY MAGAZINE, TIMES OF OMAN ISSUE DATED MARCH 18-24, 2010.