Why AND What?

when we add 2+2 we get 4. We can do it. but if you want to know the reason why we get 4 when we add 2+2, a computer can't give an answer. We can. A computer can give the answer of 'what' but can't give the answer of 'why' but human brain can. We are not as fast as a comp. but we are more intelligent than them.

an accident

I was playing cricket with my friend. It was the last ball and I had to take four runs to win. My score was 23 for 4. The ball was fast but I hit a paddle sweep. I took three runs. My friend had the ball in his hands and I was running for my forth run but he made me run out. It was a draw. Then we started playing football and I slipped. Ouch!! I shouted but didn't cry. I can't bent my ankle now, when I bend it hurts a lot. From the ankle to my knee it is full of injuries. It hurts till now. I put a bandage but it did not work. When I slept I put a cushion under my leg that no one could touch it while sleeping.

mothers

This is a poem plus short story I wrote.
One day I woke up and went to school.
my mother came to pick me,
She was looking so cute.
I sat in the car and there was a very good smell
I looked down and saw a packet,
I asked my mom and told me with a smile
it is cole bature, arn't you suprised,
when I reached home I told my bro.
when mom came from office she brought me a game,
I huged her and told you are the best.
She did so much for me
I was so happy.
The next day I shouted at her,
I don't remember why,
After some time I felt bad
That I told her that she was the best yesterday
But today I shouted
Then I felt bad.
The next day I didn't shout
she became happy and hugged me
the next day she brought chole bature
and the next day i shouted
My life cycle is like that
so odd isn't it
I don't know what will happen to me.

An unbelievable accident

A day in school. Last day and after that.... SUMMER VACATIONS!
It was our break time. I went to my ground . The colour of the sky was changing from blue to yellow, yellow to brown and brown to red. It felt like the temperature was changing. Suddenly; a dust storm. I and my friends [almost all of us] ran to the foyer and stood like a statue. After few seconds my friend looked out and told us that the duststorm was coming towards us. We ran into our classes and shut down the windows. An announcement came that there will be no studies that day. Every one, even I shouted in excitement. But then I had to go to the loo. It was urgent. I went downstairs to the toilet when I saw the duststorm coming upstairs. I told my teacher about it and then she told me to tell the same thing to each and every class in the 3rd floor and to keep the doors closed. I did what she said and went back to my class. I forgot that I had to go to the loo. One boy opened his window and saw a very frightening thing. A boy lying in the playground. Everyone else saw it. I told my teacher about it she stared out of our window. After that we all got to kno0w that it was just a big black coloured plastic bag. The teachers then went out to look if there was any child somewhere else. After a few minutes the duststorm stopped and heavy rain started. I asked my teacher whether we can open the windows. But she said, " No. What if the wind breaks the window." Then we camly sat down on our chairs. Then my loo problem was gone. It felt as if with so much of tension my loo evaporated. :-D . After some time I got a certificate for good singing in the previous day. My mother came to pick me up after few minutes. In my way, the certificate flew away from my mothers hand and fell in dirty rain water because of the heavy wind. My mother picked it up and we sat in our car. We went home, ate lunch and then went out to the railway station. When our train came we went and sat in our seats. After that, the day went normal.

HOW TO CRY

This is a poem i wrote when we [my mother, brother and I] were seeing a movie.
HOW TO CRY!
We were watching a movie
and my mother wanted to cry.
She took an onion and started to CRY!!

I FEEL

This is a poem I read in a book. But I added some more lines. Here it is.

I FEEL

I feel normal when i am alone

When my father hugs me I freeze.

BUT! When my mother hugs me I melt!!

ANGER

ANGER
This is a poem I learnt in class 4. My mother said it is a very good poem. Here it is.

Anger is black,
Anger is red,
Anger steams inside your head.
Whirling around, getting you mad
making you hotter
making you bad.

You feel you want to be evil,
to every one you see.
Hatefull and horrible
Is all you care to be
shouting and crying,
And sudenlly, the anger isn't there at all.

Poet- Sophie Stephen