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BSGS Panorama

               Article by Students and Teachers

           SUNFLOWER                                                                      She gave us water to drink
                                                                                        We polluted every water body
Stretching towards the sky, shining like a yellow pearl
I wish you could see me standing there                                                               She cried,
But I am a sunflower, a little funny                                                       She gave us shelter to live
If I were a rose maybe you would want me                                         We exhausted every land to waste land
If I could have changed overnight
I would turn into something you like                                                                 She cried,
But I am a sunflower, a little funny                                                         She gave us food to eat
If I were a rose, maybe you would pick me                                          We destroyed the purity of every crop
But I know you don’t have a clue
The sunflower is waiting for you                                                                      She cried,
I am without thorns                                                                       She gave us air to breathe
Yet I have a fear of rejection                                                        We polluted her lungs ,the forest
I am, glorious like the sun
I am not adored and wanted like the rose,                                                            She cried,
But I know                                                                          She gave us immense selfless love
A yellow is not a red                                                                 We betrayed her again and again
And a red is not a yellow
I know it cannot be                                                                                  She cried.
I must not care at all                                                                      She wiped and replied.
I love to say am a sunflower, bright and shiny
Even though I am not a rose , you can pick me.                                                 Nature turned wild,
                                                                                       She shook us with earthquakes
                                                    Ayushi Joshya
                                                       Class- 9 ‘A’                         Made us cry with floods
                                                                                       She thrilled us with avalanches
           KIND MAN
                                                                                           Buried us with landslides
Once upon a time there was a child. He lived in a small                                  Destroyed us with tsunamis.
village. One day he was flying a kite and his kite stuck
into a tree. His house was in front of that tree. The boy                                     Help wipe her tears,
shouted, ‘MOM!’ So his mother came and asked him,                                             Before she wipes us
“What happened?”. The boy replied, “My kite is stuck on
the tree, so can you take it out?”. His mother replied, “No,                                                          By: Umme Sulaim
because it is too high but I can buy a new one”. They both                                                                Class-11 'B'
went to shop happily. Then his mother saw that she
forgot her purse in the house only. The boy was too sad                  SO BLESSED BY YOU, MOM
and then suddenly a kind man came and asked, “What
happened little boy?” He replied, “I want a kite but my                                  A mother who always cares,
mom forgot her money in house”. The man paid for the                                    A mother who is always there,
kite and gave it to the child. He went home happily. When
he reached home he started flying his new kite and then                                    A mother who always loves,
he had some creative ideas of making kites and selling                                   A mother who always prays,
them. Soon, he had so much money and then he gave all                                     A mother who always stays,
the money to the kind man for his kindness.
MORAL OF THE STORY                                                                           When things get rough,
WE SHOULD ALWAYS SHOW KINDNESS.                                                               When life gets tough,
                                                                                      When all is just too much to bear,
                             NAME: - ANGEL, CLASS: - IV ‘A’                                 God's word she shares.
                                                                                           Makes us face bad times.
                                                                           So blessed I am, God made mother for everyone.

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