Budding Poets of Class IX

AVM students are being provided platforms to flourish with their inherent talent through different academic activities as well .In order to unleash their creativity and literary talent. Class IX students were inspired by their English teachers to compose poems following up their class-room learning of Kahlil Gibran's famous poem 'Song of the Rain’. Students were guided in their English class to compose their own poems by using literary devices like simile, metaphor, personification, alliteration and rhyming scheme.

Groups:

Stupendous Bhoolkus- Deep D Sutaria, Mantvya Ambaliya, Dev A Patel, Daksh Pandya, Yathansh Joshi

Marvellous Bhoolkus- Prince Dhameliya, Dev T Patel, Rajveer Fudnawala, Rudra Patel, Pranesh Patel

Outstanding Bhoolkus- Adtiya Bhalani, Dilan Patel, Jagrat Gada, Jay Patel, Pranesh Patel

Fantastic Bhoolkus- Nimit Patel, Aayush Patel, Dev Patel, Shreemad Patel, Vinamra Patel

Superb Bhoolkus- Bhavesh Rajpurohit, Bhavya Oza, Keyur Rana, Pramanik Soni, Smith K Patel

Here is the display of their gifted creativity and talent of English language:

कक्षा 8, 9 एवं 10 में हिन्दी भाषान्तर्गत जनवरी मास में कविता-निर्माण का आयोजन

आत्मीय विद्यामंदिर में होने वाली विविध गतिविधियों के साथ-साथ जनवरी मास में कक्षा 8, 9 तथा कक्षा 10 में हिन्दी भाषा के अंतर्गत हिन्दी भाषा-शिक्षक श्री मुकेश जोशी के मार्गदर्शन में हिन्दी कविता-निर्माण का आयोजन किया गया। जिसके अंतर्गत कक्षा 8 में कविता निर्माण का विषय था—“उड़ी पतंग”, कक्षा 9 में विषय था— ‘बचपन’ एवं कक्षा 10 में कविता-निर्माण के 3 विषय दिए गए, जिसमें से छात्र अपना पसंद का विषय चुन कर अपने विचारों को मुक्त रूप से अभिव्यक कर सकें। जो निम्नलिखित हैं—

1.  मेरा स्वार्थ।
2.  मेरे सपनो का भारत (दुनियाँ)।
3. नया तरीका भक्ति का।

छात्रों ने कविता निर्माण कर अपनी प्रतिभा का परिचय दे दिया।

English Poems by Grade 7 Poets

Inspired by: Saumya Madam (English Teacher)

Football - Daksh Pandya (7B)

Basketball - Ravi Patel (7B)

Cricket - Jagrat Gada (7A)

Friend - Rudra Patel (7A)

Mother - Vinamra (7A)

English and Hindi Poems by Students

(Please right click on the poem image(s) and select "Open in new window" for bigger size)

Young budding poets of AVM

In Atmiya Vidya Mandir, we are witnessing not just teaching of poems to the students, rather, the creation of poets themselves!

Here are a few poems written by young poets of Class 6B to pay tribute to their mothers as a class activity.

Nimit Patel (6B)

Niramay Baravalia - 6B

Ravi Patel - 6B

Vinamra Patel - 6B

Yathansh Joshi - 6B

Inspired by: Saumya Madam

संवेदना छोटे से जीव की - 2

Std 9B: Gillu - by Aditya Killa, Raj Panpaliya

Std 9B: Gillu - by Harsh, Harshil, Tanmay, Vishesh

Std 9B: Gillu - by Roshan, Sachin

संवेदना छोटे से जीव की - 1

Std 9B: Gillu - by Mayank Watwani, Samay Jain

Std 9B: Gillu - by Love Patel, Parth Amipara

Std 9B: Gillu - by Fenil Patodiya

All about Learning to Write!

Recently students of Std IX A were taught a nature poem written by Alfred Tennyson where he personified a river named Brook. Our students used personification in their poems trying to go parallel with Tennyson.

 

Here are some compositions by the budding poets of Atmiya Vidya Mandir:

Pencil

Among school children I got my fame,
Natraj is my family and extra black is my name.
I am born to serve,
Till last with all my curve. 

I play with pages and papers,
With sharpeners and erasers.
With funny face that they made,
More they write, more I fade.

Now small and short is my look,
With that black colour I took.
I think my owner is cool,
As he tossed me as a fool.

I shed my skin everyday,
To give my best day by day.
Bob’s pen-stand is my beautiful home,
Living here take a still-form.

I am shorty smart I say,
And slim and fit in every way.
Bob keeps me in his hand,
Because I am a big magic wand.

-Parikshit.J.Patel {9 A}

Paper

I take birth from a tree,
And all that they get me for free.
People took me for granted ,
And threw me wherever they wanted.

People used me to fulfill their will,
And took me to that paper mill.
Man uses me in any way,
I am better than a plastic they say.

- Siddharth.R.Jain {9 A}

A Fan

I spin, I spin, I spin, I spin
With none of my kit and kin.
Strong are my hands ,
Which sometimes are mend.

I swirl, I twirl, I twist, I turn
As fast as a rocket when I run.
Hurting air is my hobby,
But I am never in the lobby.

I nick, I gash, I snip, I tear,
The cool air whose cry I hear.
My favorite dish is electricity,
Which is only found in the city.

I spin, I spin, I spin, I spin
With none of my kit and kin.
I swirl, I twirl, I twist, I turn
As fast as a rocket when I run.

- Harshit.Y.Aggarwal {9 A}

The sun fails to reach where these Class 6 students reach!

Heart touching Hindi poems from Class 6 wonders...

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Amit (Std 6A): Mera Bhai

Darshan (Std 6A): Mera Desh

Parth (Std 6A): Suraj Nikla

Inspired by: Mukesh Sir

Teacher and Student: Poems by Class 8 Students

Guru Gyaan by Samay Jain

Guru Seva by Yash Chhatani and Parth Patel

Teacher and Me by Ronak Mistry
 

My Teacher - Aakash and Akshay

O My Teacher I bow to you by Kenny and Bhavik

Teacher and Student by Pratipal and Harshit

Teacher and Student by Samay Jain and Aditya Killa

Valuable gem of my life by Satyam, Parikshit and Manan

You are the one my teacher - Tanmay and Dhruv

जीवन रूपी बगिया का माली – प्रभु !...

हे प्रभु !...

यह जीवन एक बगिया और तुम हो माली।

हम सब की डोर तुमने ही सँभाली।


जब कभी मुसीबतों की आँधी आई,

मेरी झुकती हुई डाली, तुमने ही सहलाई।।

जीवन रूपी बगिया में,

वात्सल्य की फुहार बहाकर,

प्रेमरूपी वर्षा का पानी बरसाकर।

हे प्रभु! तुमने यह पुष्प का चमन तो खिलाया।

मगर साथ में काँटों का सरताज क्यों पहनाया।।


फूलों की खुशबू से जीवन हुआ खुशहाल,

पर काँटों की चुभन ने तो, जीना किया दुशवार।।


हे प्रभु! अब तू ही बता अपना यह हाल मैं किसे सुनाउँ!

तेरे सिवा न किसी ओर को अपने इर्द-गिर्द पाऊँ।।


काँटों की चुभन को तू सहना सीखा दे।

इसकी चुभन सहकर भी खुश रहना सीखा दे।

सीखा दे वह सब कुछ जो कुछ तू हमसे चाहता।।



हे प्रभु! जीवन रूपी बगिया का जब तू माली बन बैठा,

तो अब जीवन के दुख-दर्द से हमारा क्या वासता।

हे प्रभु ! हे प्रभु ! हे प्रभु ! ....


- निहारिका

On Failure

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will
When the road you're trudging seems uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't quit,
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow----
You may succeed with another blow
Success is failure turned inside out----
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell just how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far.
So stick to the fight when you are hardest hit---
It's when things seem worse that you must not quit.

---Anonymous