Poetry Competition 2020 - Winners of School Years 3-4 Category


Winner of School Years 3-4 Category

Daddy’s Heart

by Krishaa Lakhiani

I lost him

He is gone

Lost in the wind blown away before seeing me grow into a big girl

I loved him so much

My own Superman

Flying in the sky with S on his chest

Saving the world one case at the time

But what we can’t see is most deadly

This is unfair, almost like a nasty prank

The cases stole his heart away from me

The cases stole, what I loved most dearly

Is his heart really gone?

Was he really just as fragile as others??

The wind blew him away

His heart is no longer home

No longer with me

No! Please!! I need him!

The wind took away

It took my daddy’s heart

But the wind also gave

There he was!

I knew it!

The tears rolled down my face

I knew he would come for me!

I just knew he wouldn’t leave me lonely!

Clutching him, I tried to look up

The face was different but he was there

My past tears they could fill a cup

But now it’s fine, I guess life has some hope to spare

Judge Charlie Durante’s Comments:

“A great deal of emotion has been packed into this heart-rending poem.  Children transform their parents into demigods.  Here, a young girl casts her dead father into the role of Superman, a modern version of a god. The father has inexplicably gone, died, blown away by illness, overwork, ‘cases.’  She cannot understand how she has been deprived of her ‘daddy’s heart’.  However, someone else, with a different face but the same loving heart had taken the father’s place-a foster father, a kind uncle, a special friend?  The return of the father in the form of another person is well managed- the wind took the father away, the same wind brought him back, albeit with a different body. Loved ones are irreplaceable but human nature lives in the hope that someone else will fill the empty chair, conjure up that lost smile, and flood the heart with love again.  A moving poem.”

Runner-Up of School Years 3-4 Category


by Avi Hassan

Smog covered the sky

I wasn't quite sure why.

Gloopy water filled the streams

The rivers, and the once-blue sea.

The greenery was dry and dead

I just stood there and stared

Everywhere I looked, every place I stood

Not one piece of happiness

The survival rate was much much less.

I tried to make it much better,

Some green or a little redder

Then I realized the smog in the sky

the gloop in the stream

the colourless grass

It was all just a dream.

I can't let the world go that way

I have to do something, from today!

45 years later:

i remember the future

From my dream

The smog in the sky

The colourless grass

The gloop in the stream

But now everything changed, it seems

No smog in the sky

Bright green grass

And no gloop in the streams

Because just one human being can change the world.

Judge Charlie Durante’s Comments:

“This poem reflects our concern with the survival of our planet.  Smog has darkened the sky-during lockdown the skies above Delhi and Beijing were sparkling and translucent-waters have become stagnant and filthy-‘gloopy’ is the word in the poem.  With the degrading of nature, come the rise of human mortality, the spread of disease, famine, poverty, drought and raging fires.  This terrifying picture is brushed aside as a ‘dream,’ but it is more like a nightmare.  However, it inspires the speaker to take action to reverse the process, to foster nature and renew the earth.  Then, forty-five years later, the dream has become a reality.  This could be seen as mere wish fulfilment but, as we know, if enough people share the dream (witness Greta Thunberg), politicians might then heed them and the earth might still have another chance to flourish.”