Student Perspective - June

From a magician's journey to heartfelt goodbyes and nature's beauty, our students share their creativity through powerful poems and imaginative stories in this month's collection.

The Old Magician 

In a quiet little village, there lived an old magician named Harry. He only knew old-style magic tricks, and people had lost interest in his shows. No one came to watch him anymore, and that made him feel sad and forgotten.
One day, Harry sat by a peaceful pond, watching the fish swim and play. They looked so carefree and happy. Wishing he could feel that free, Harry used his magic to turn himself into a fish.
Swimming through the cool water with the other fish made him feel alive again. But his joy didn’t last long — a stork suddenly appeared and started eating the fish. Harry barely escaped. Scared, he decided to become a bird instead.
As a sparrow, he flew high into the sky and joined a flock of birds. He was finally enjoying himself — until a hunter arrived and began shooting at them. Once again, Harry escaped just in time.
Not giving up, he transformed into a deer and ran with a herd through a green meadow. For a while, everything seemed perfect. But then a hungry lion came charging through the trees. The deer scattered in fear. Harry ran as fast as he could and thankfully got away.
That’s when Harry realized something important — No matter what form he took, life in the wild was always full of danger. Being a fish, a bird, or a deer all had risks. 
So, he chose to return to his human form and accept himself for who he was. He didn’t need fancy tricks to be happy. Now, Harry is content — proud to be a magician again, and even prouder to be himself.

Anusridha, 10E (CBSE) 

The Last Page of Us 

The last bell rings, the echoes stay,
But we must walk our separate way.
Laughter once filled these painted halls,
Now silence lingers, sadness calls. 

We laughed until our ribs would ache, 
We danced through storms, through each mistake.

We whispered dreams on notebook lines,
Swore the world would soon be mine—and yours. 

We ran through halls like kings and queens,
Built castles out of shattered dreams.

We carved our laughter into air,
Left pieces of our souls right there
We swore we’d never change, not us,
We built our world on love and trust
The jokes, the fights, the whispered plans,
Now slip like sand through open hands. 

We swore we’d always stay the same,
Through every test, through every name. 

But life moves fast, like rivers wild,
And we must walk, no more a child. 

Our laughter danced in lunchtime air,
The dares, the pranks—we didn’t care. 

And now, we stand at destiny’s door,
our hands reach out, but not like before. 

Do you remember? The endless days,
The pranks, the laughs, the sunlit haze?
Running wild, with hearts so free,
Believing this was destiny. 

But life’s cruel hands will pull us wide,
Like paper boats on different tides.
The maps we drew, the plans we made,
Now fold like time, begin to fade.
And now, it ends. 

One last joke—our voices shake. 
One last hug—we know it’ll break.
One last photo, one last glance,
One last whispered, “Take your chance.” 

The hallways breathe a lonely sound.
Our footsteps fade, but still—they’re found.
The walls still hum our whispered dreams,
The air still holds our silent screams.
But it is. 

   
And when we leave, the sky will cry,
The wind will whisper, so will I.
But somewhere deep, through time and space,
A part of you won’t be replaced. 

And though our roads pull far and wide,
You’ll walk with me, right here inside.
For time can stretch, and years can bend,
But some goodbyes will never end. 

So turn the page, but don’t forget—
this book’s not done, not just yet. 

Rohith, 11B (CBSE) 

Nature's Beauty   

Beneath the sky — so vast and blue, 
Where sunlight illustrates the morning dew, 
The earth awakens, soft and slow, 
With birds that sing and winds that blow. 

Mountains rise with mighty pride, 
Their white hats where clouds do hide. 
The stars keep watch — there, a silent sea 
Of wonder, hope — it's such a mystery. 

The trees stretch high with leafy grace, 
It shelters us — what a warm embrace. 
Each flower blooms with colors so rare, 
The fragile leaves that has to be handled with care. 

Nature is pure, it's wild and it's free — 
Your generosity goes above, above the sky, in any tree. 
You teach the heart to slow its race 
And find you in your sacred place. 

Samantha, 8B (CBSE) 

The Blues  

A sea is blue,
The true blue.
I have a clue,
Which connects me to the blue. 

A bird is blue.
The sky is blue,
Do you feel it too?
Because I have to say to you… 

That my favourite colour is blue! 

Sahana, 5D (CBSE)