Anaahat Paritosh, Class 3, Flomont World School, Bengaluru
School is a house of learning Sometimes at school I am sad and yearning At times Punishments feel like earnings And now here comes a turning At break we play and run We dash around and have some fun And above us is the golden sun And sometimes the tiffin has a treat – yay a bun ! At times it gets rainy And then we get all brainy And try to convince our teachers About our plans which are usually quite insaney Soon it’s time to go home If parents are late, we play and roam When our teachers find us alone They say – oh you are still here You’d better go home