I, Me and Myself
Hi again,
Here is my latest poem:
I, Me and Myself
I had a dream to be a child
To be the real little me
I’ll make my mom cuddle, her shy
Little baby myself.
Simply Amazing!
Hiya,
Here is a really silly poem.Ha Ha Ha!
Simply Amazing!
A hot wintery night,
On my way to school,
I spotted a bunny,
Flying in a pool.
Simply amazing!
And isn’t that cool?
Mosquitoes
Hi,
I hate mosquitoes – Those Mini Draculas are a bother – Injecting me while I’m blogging
Mosquitoes
‘Ouch!’, shout the girls and boys
When the mosquitoes inject them with joy
And sip their blood juice without any fear
While the kids’ bodies itch all over.
Butterflies.
Hello,
Butterflies are really beautiful creatures, aren’t they? Here’s my new ‘pome’ ’bout them.
Butterflies
Butterflies, some big and some small
So beautiful and tidy they are
Make a tiny one for me, my lord
A little pink cute one
The Teddy in a Nursery Rhyme.
Hi,
Did you read ‘The torn Basket’? Liked it? Please comment. And here is a tough little nursery rhyme I Wrote myself.
The teddy in a nursery rhyme
The teddy in a nursery rhyme
Plucking mangoes which all shine
Taking sheep to the mountain high
Chasing bees to their little hives.
The Torn Basket
Hello,
I’m back. I had been readin’ Harry Potter and I completed the first six books of the series within ten days. Phew! My poor arm was tired holding up those heavy books. And now I’ve written a story for you.(No magic or witchcraft in it. Just a simple poor story.)
The Torn Basket
The sun was setting and he still had work. Today, he had caught only two tiny fish, barely enough for his children. He was Bhola, the fisherman. He said, “Being a fisherman is not easy. To cast the net, to wait for the fish the whole day and then to catch the few fish…. Hmmm…it’s really a tough job. People don’t know the difficulties we’ve to face….especially… you… the rich. I just hope now that lady luck shines on me. And I catch enough fish for us every single day.”
My blanket
Hai
Here goes another poem
My blanket
On the bed lies a blanket
A long cozy comfy blanket
When all day long it pours
And the night is very cold
It’s the warmest thing- the cozy blanket
Farmer's Son
Hia,
Here’s the next “pome”
The farmer’s son
Down the valley filled with fun
Staring at birds and bees that hum
He’s the one the mischievous one
Barking back at dogs for fun
He’s the one who whistles that sound
That attracts all the cats and hounds
He purrs and barks and roars and neighs
Surprising all the people in his way
He’s the one with a mischievous smile
That makes people’s hearts go blind
Enjoying himself all the while
Yes, he’s the boy, the farmer’s son
Hope you enjoyed it
bye,
Rupashri
Ship in the Pacific
Hello readers,
My brother was having his hols and I didn’t get even a wee bit of time for blogging. And i was also busy reading all the time. I’ve read about sixty books of Enid Blyton, Eighty books of indian history(comics) and three Hardy boys and one Nancy Drew. Phew! Well, meanwhile I also wrote a few poems. Wanna read one?
The ship in the pacific
When the sea splashes over the tough rocks
And the rain clouds start to pour
The ship in the ocean on the waves
Rocks about more and more
The crew at the moment think they’re done
That they’ll hit a rock and all get drowned
The rain stops; with a terrific howl
The wind rushes round and round
Trip to Kodaikanal-Part XI
Hai
The next day we said bye-bye to Kodaikanal and rode down the mountain to the hot plains of Tamilnadu. The air was very dry and even the A/C of the car was finding it difficult to cool it.
We took a different route while returning as we were going to visit Tarakka’s grandmother, uncle and aunt at Dindigal. They were very happy to see all of us and aunt had prepared a very tasty breakfast for us. we really enjoyed it. After a brief visit of about 1 1/2 hours we continued on our return journey passing the windmill farm, sugarcane fields, corn fields. sunflowers turned towards the sun, the cotton mills, the paper pulp mills etc.
We all were really tired and just wanted to reach home fast. My father drove the car as fast as possible in the heavy traffic and the heavy rain that poured cats and dogs about 1 1/2 hours from home. The thunder boomed and the lightning streaked across the sky. The car still sped along and we reached home at about 6.30 in the evening.What a relief it was to reach Home Sweet Home!
So, that is the end of this travelogue. Hope you enjoyed reading it. Please kindly send your comments.
Bye for now. I will keep on posting.
Rupashri
