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My NEW MORNING                                       GREEN HOUSE EFFECT
                              Poem                                                     Poem



        With masks,                                             Every day our earth gets warmer,
        Is a day                                                The Ozone layer is pushed to the corner,

        Full of tasks!                                          With global warming always increasing,
                                                                And the hope to preserve it always de-
                            Having health, strength              creasing.
                             And care for the body,
                            Just do one thing                   The ice capes are melting and,
                            Make this your hobby!               The sea level is beginning to rise,
                                                                Why don’t we grow up
        When Covid scares you                                                        and start to be wise.
        Don’t run away like a clown,                            It is our mother earth
        You need to enjoy                                                             who is paying the price,
        And not to frown!                                       and that is why we must act in a trice.


                             Just you need to exercise
                              And keep your body strong,        If we wish to live a little longer,
                             Then you can fight                 We must make our minds a bit stronger.
                             Covid lifelong!                    It is the pollution that we must minimize,
                                                                 Or it will be the reason for our demise.
        Do not worry

        About Covid story,
        Cause that will be the biggest
        In the Book of History!


                                         Jithin John                                  Archit Lal
                                         7 B
                                                                                           8C




                            The sea
                                Poem
                                                                The waves hit the sea as if,
         The wind roars over the sea,                           It is a naughty child.

         Like a blaze of fire.                                  The storm comes and a bolt of lightning struck
         It screams! It shrieks!                                All to end in a few minutes.
         As the world is coming to an end.                      Now the sea is calm,
                                                                Right on time for a short swim.


                                                                              Nazneen Haneef

                                                                                         6D




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