Reachout Poets' Corner

The Wood of Flowers

I went to a wood of flowers,
I was there alone for hours.
I was happy as could be,
In the wood of flowers.
There was grass on the ground,
There were buds on the trees.
And the wind had the sound,
Of such gaiety.
That I was happy as happy could be,
In the wood of flowers.
-- Sreevidhya K.S., VI standard, BGS Public School.

I Love My India
India is my motherland,
Precious to me is even its sand.
With its mountains, rivers and forests,
Where even the wind peacefully rests.
With Kashmir as India’s crown,
Where soldiers become martyrs without a frown.
Kanyakumari at its holy feet,
Where the three seas meet.
I am proud to live here,
Where everyone lives without fear.
This land was once under British dominion,
Now I am proud to be a free Indian!
-- Arpitha R. Bhat, VII standard, New Horizon Public School.