Heer Papaiyawala Class: II C (Navrangpura)
HOPE
Every morning I wake up with a heart full of hope,
The sky looks lovely wrapped in a saree,
White and navy.
I gaze outside my window,
I see the Sun hiding in the clouds
Mother Earth is covered green,
Saying thank you to the beings.
Trees blossoming, surrounding pristine.
But I cannot go and play outside.
No going to gardens or friends to see.
Benches and swings lay empty in the park,
Roads deserted and all faces covered with masks.
I miss going to school,
Playing with my friends.
I miss fresh air and outdoor games.
I envy birds chirping outside my window,
Wish I could fly and sing like them.
We are suffering,
Nature is healing.
I pray to God with a heart full of HOPE.
Everything will be normal and hard times will go!
A letter to mom
Dear Mumma,
I know I have given you hard times most of the days, as I can see the exhaustion and frustration in you. I am sorry Mumma, I didn’t mean so. I know sometimes that you are at your wit’s end and you are just tired of me throwing tantrums out of the blue. You get upset when I don’t clean my room after play. According to you, I just don’t listen to your guidance and I feel unhappy when you yell at me. Mumma, I am trying to perceive each word of yours, but my energy and excitement about the world ditch me. Though I try to retain each information given by you, I fail due to my excitement to discover and learn new things in this beautiful creation. I have been conscious of my independence, and hence I try attempting a whole lot of new task but not yours. This annoys you occasionally and you blow up. I know you have been immensely patient when I am not concentrating on my studies. I cling to you and I love you because you are the one, I feel most secure with.
There are so many things I would like to tell you Mumma but my little mind keeps on wondering. I promise Mumma, I will gradually learn everything. I always yearn that “Well done Sweetheart”, expression when I crack something from you. I love you to the moon and back and I know so do you, mom.
Yours,
Lifeline Heer