When the sun goes down...

This picture describes about fishermen's work at the evening. A fisherman carrying a net and his co-workers are going to the sea for fishing as the sun goes down....

A plesent morning....

This picture shows a fantastic scenery which can attract anybody. There are trees, mountains and two goats. We can see that a woman is carrying wooden logs to her house. The goats near the woman are eating grass....

Roots

Roots give everything

Roots are Brownish in colour

It gives strength to trees

Without roots no trees

Roots give trees

Trees are everything for us

Trees give large rain far our life

We can live in trees

Roots are the father of flowers

Roots are everywhere

Our relations are like roots

Roots can do anything

Roots have no smell but,

Roots have a golden heart

And, trees are our friends

Roots, I love them very much

-Smith Saju

GLANCE

Where is he, my father

Where to look,

How to Call.

He is no where here.

Where do you think he might be,

Not in his office but in the wood.

The sun is rising up.

I can feel his heart beat.

He is there in the wood,

Carry some goods.

What shall it be,

Might be some twings.

The sun is smiling,

He is struggling,

When will he reach here

I shall wait till

I close my eyes.

-Akshai .R

IN SEARCH OF ROOT

Once there lived a poor family in England. Their names were James and Angela. They had a small baby, who was three months old. They knew that when the child grew up there would be no money to feed him. His name was Christopher. So, they thought to give their son to an orphanage.

They went to an orphanage in England, and they gave Christopher to a famous orphanage called ‘Sherwood Childhood Orphanage’. They told the orphanage staffs to look after their son very nicely without any harm.

At the age of four Christopher joined Sherwood School. He was good in studies. Later on he got many scholarships. He was the topper in his school and college.

Many years passed and at the age of 25 he got a job in ‘Science Research Institute in London’. He was very successful in his job also. His works were published in newspapers and news channels. He realized all these achievements were due to his parents and so he wished to see his parents.

Christopher went back to orphanage and told thanks for giving him the opportunity to study. He asked orphanage people who were his parents and the place they were living. But they were not supposed to tell all these details. He persuaded them. And at last they told who his parents were and where they were living.

The next day he left orphanage to meet his parents. Christopher saw the house and he went to it. James asked him ‘who are you? ’’your son” he replied. Angela also saw him and they both hugged him. ‘Oh my god! You were the one whom we saw in the news papers. I am so proud of you my son!’ said Angela. “We were helpless that is why we send you to orphanage” said James. “Thank you father and mother for giving me knowledge”, said Christopher. He also told that they can shift from this small house to a big house. He lived happily with his family forever.

Wifaq Abdul Samad

The Roots

-Abin George

Root is the father of plants

Like the father of a family

Roots give food and water to plants

It’s the duty of the roots to help plants

Plants grow with the help of roots

Like a father help other members of a family

We love flowers and it’s beauty

But this beauty is got from the roots.

World Of Roots

-Robin Raju

Everybody has some roots

The roots make flowers bloom

For every hard work there is a root

The roots are deep as sea

It is as endless as sky

It makes a person something

It act as moral, kind etc

It destroy the selfish

Roots are hereditary

Got from our parents and grand parents

It makes as good It continue till the world end.

THE ROOTS

-Arjun.K.R.

The root is the parent of the plant

Which gave life to the plants

It blossoms the new flower’s

Life to leaves,fruits

It prevents the plant from falling

And some give life to the living

A bed,medicine

And give life to the nature

THE BEAUTY IN ROOTS

-Anirudh.K.P.

I Belong to the roots

I love to be with them

As a member by enjoying

The beauty of their dreams

The plants belong to them

The flower belongs to them

The precious water is their food

The sunlight is their energy

The roots wander for water

To recover the plant

But no one bothers it

Because it lives underneath

The soil with dirt