BUTTERFLY - Magazine



       BUTTERFLY


               ENGLISH MAGAZINE 2010-2011

             AMLP SCHOOL, THIRUVEGAPPURA










     Editorial

 As a  Magazine ‘Butterfly’ is  not complete.
We are very small.   We only started to learn
English .  Never  try  to  find  out  our  weak
Points .   Please  turn  over  the  pages   and
bless  us.

  We   express  our  sincere  thanks  to  all  who
co-operated  with us.


Editorial  Board


Chief Editor       :     Muhsina Thasni

Staff Advisor      :     Sangeeth .P.G

Sub Editors       :     Suhaiba T

                               Syam Sankar S

                               Hafeefa







JILLU’S  SONG

The wind is blowing

The wind is blowing

Gently so Gently

The birds are singing

The birds are singing

Sweetly so sweetly

The flowers are dancing

The flowers are dancing

Gently so Gently

The river is flowing

The river is flowing

Gently so Gently


                           Risvana Shahida T P







                 The Rain


                Tap  up  up  up
                Rain  on  the  umbrella

                Tap  up  up  up
                Rain  on  the  trees

               Tap  up  up  up
               Rain  on  the  leaves


                               Shafna  Sherin
                                                       1 B








                                    Red  Clouds

               Red flowers  Red flowers

               Oh a golden sky

               Oh the time of sunset

               You stand there

               When the sun go

               You walk away slow

               Red flowers  Red flowers

               Where do you go ?


                                       Rifana   A P








          My  Family 

         
        My name is Hafeefa. My father’s name  is

   Ashraf.My mother is Najmath.I have a brother

   and a sister.Brother is Udaif and sister is Fida.

   My Grand mother is also in my house.Her name

   is Rukiya.My Father is a driver. My mother is a

   house wife. My family is a happy Family.


                                                       Hafeefa  M T







                           Red Bus



          Red Bus   Red bus

          Running on the road

          When one waves hand

          You stand still

          When you hear the bells

          You run fast

          Red Bus   Red bus

          Where do you go ?

                                                                        
                                                                    Muhammed Jamsheer






                           My Friend

 

                 The stars that move

            Up in the sky

        Calls you my friend

           Where are you

        With tear’s in eyes

           We wait for you

        Come quick my friend

           And dance with us
                                                                                        
                                                                                                         Dilsha Sherin .P.O







          Conversation

  Nitya : Grandma…..look

  Grandma : what is the matter ?

  Nitya : My rabbit jumped out.

  Grandma : Where ?

  Nitya : On the road.

  Grandma : Don’t worry. I will get
                   it back.


                                                                           Ummu Habeeba .P.K







  Butterfly

Butterfly  Butterfly

My dear Butterfly

Please give me your dress

Please give me your dress

Butterfly  Butterfly

My dear Butterfly

                                                                                 Ummu Habeeba .P.K








        My Pet Animal

     Dog is a pet animal.

It is a small one. It is in different

colours.    I  like  Jerman shapped

very much.   We thinks that a pet

dog is a safety for us.

                                     Syam Sankar .S








   My Teacher

  Oh my teacher  My dear teacher

  Soft in talk, a smiling moon

  Oh my teacher  My dear teacher

  Gift of god, a charming flower

  Oh my teacher  My dear teacher

  Kind of heart, a pretty jasmine

  Oh my teacher  My dear teacher

  Sent by god, a twinkling star


                                                                                                  Muneeba .V







       Our School
                The name of our school is
AMLP School, Thiruvegappura. There
are four classes from  one  to four in
our school. Ten teachers  are working
here. Premalatha teacher is our head
teacher .    Our  manager   is  Mr. P T
muhammedali .   Dilsha sherin   is  our
school leader.

                A beautiful garden  is in our
school.  A panchayath well  is near our
school. We take water from this well .
We have a vast play ground. We have a
good  library  with  several books . We
take  books  from  the  library   every
week. I love my school very much.


                                                                                           Raeesa Nasrin  K P







       A  Letter

My dear Hiba ,

                Received  your  letter  last  week . I  am
fine . How  are  you ?  Hope  you  are  fine .

                How  is  kuttammama  now ?   Can  he
walk   properly ?  I  hope he  is much  better. I am
very  sad  to  know  that   your  mother  plans  to
fill  the  pond .    Is  kuttammama   know   about 
this ?   When  my  father   comes    from  Chennai,
I  will  come there soon.   Convey  my best regards
To  all .

                                                    With    Love

                                                          Arun


                                                                Mahira  P







           Bolu   


                Bolu was a beby elephant.

 It had grey hair all over its body.

 There  was  a  white patch  on its

 forehead  .    He  was   quite  and
                       
 Friendly.


                                                                 Muhammed  Shibili  M K








    The Rain Song

I love the Rain
You love the Rain
We love the Rain
     I love playing in the Rain
     I love dancing in the Rain
     I love running in the Rain
     I love flying  in  the  Rain
     I love swimming in the Rain
     I love walking  in  the  Rain

                                                                      Firos Ali   V P