I look from the bushes
With my eyes wide open
Not even a single time I blink
While watching for my prey.
Ah! There comes a juicy deer
Guiding a small herd
There sits a fleshy deer
Unable to move its legs.
Now I jump out and catch young deer
Ready to scratch her with my sharp claws
But then I run away seeing Mr. Lion’s pride
I run as fast as I can, leaving my prey behind.
Bubbling excitement all over
Festive mood shared by all
Men and women of all ages
People wearing colorful dresses.
Huge number of people rushing about
To buy alluring dresses, earing’s and handicrafts
To play wonderful games like Twister, Nerf and water ball
Kids ready to devour cakes and pastas.
I see a big man with a small moustache
Wearing a green kurta and white veshti
He keeps announcing all good events
Using his mike he now announces a poetry competition.
I am so lucky for it’s my talent
Speaking of poetry makes me fly in the sky
And I took my book and wrote a jolly poem
And this is the poem. I take a deep breath and recite!
There was a wonderful world
Not much far in space
Kids were always lured
By the wonders of this place
Fountains flooded with chocolate
Jelly beans floating in hundreds
Grabbing a fork and plate
Children devour them in hundreds
Skies of cotton candies
Gleaming in shades of pink
Pouring a rain of toffees
Making the surprised people blink
All these wonderful things
You’d be lucky to see
If you to this land, fortune brings
Don’t be too shy to eat.
POEM BY SAHANA
The day glows on the calendar
It’s March 8th, indeed a special day
The reason I state for you to know
It is women’s day – a thanks giving day
Half of the human race
The woman – a pillar of society
Master juggler of diverse roles
A rope that binds a happy family
One or ninety, age no bar
A friend, sister, wife and mother
So pure and true and ever so strong
Great sacrifices all for a single smile
Her contributions of every day
Celebrated on this special day
Our salutations to women
On women’s day – our thanks giving day
A vivid palette of colours
A live canvas painting
A musicale of laughter
On the full moon day of spring
Brown dogs in rainbow hues
Grass splattered with shades of blue
The air filled with coloured dust
As we enjoy the festival of colours
Morning runs away evening arrives
Children return with joy in their eyes
The aroma of sweets tickling the noses
Warm wishes flooding our hearts
In the cocoon of family and friends
The aura of well-being descends
Happiness fills in every cell of our being
All good things come to an end; Only to begin again!
Once a big foolish man
Went across a lake
On the boat he wondered!!!
Have nature I CONQUERED?
Said the lake to the man
We are brothers you and I….
Said the tree to the man
Fruits and rain are my gifts to you.
Said the earth to the man
We are brothers you and I
Protect Mother Nature and
She’ll tell you what to do.
Wisely said the man to all
We are brothers you and I
TRULY WE SHALL LOVE EACH OTHER
The family of great Mother Nature.
Poem written by Sahana and published in school magazine (kid bag)
Come let’s explore the world of hands
The hands that help us feel the world
The hands that help us crawl in and out
Holding the wall, supporting us as we walk
The hands that know to ask for help
The hands that know to lend their help
The hands that clap together in happiness
The hands that join together in prayer
The hands that discreetly wipe our tears
The hands that clutch our stomach as we laugh
The hands that craft great sculptures
The hands that fly to create melodious music
The hands that help to caution the world
The hands that help us to change the world
Let’s salute them, these hands of ours
The hands that drive us to drive the world!
Written and recited by Sahana in School Event.
On a sunny day in June
In our school a wonder happened
In our western music class
Came a surprise just for us.
There came a lovely girl
With black and wavy hair
Her cheeks so brightly pink
And her face so shining bright.
Days had passed by
And in a pleasant day in March
I started to write my ‘Mouse and Blouse’
And there she came along.
Pleading with me to join her
In the club of writing poems
There was sown the seeds of friendship
And our joint career began.
Flowers are a treat to our senses
In a wide spectrum of colors
They emit sweet fragrance
And contain tasty nectar
Flowers are great teachers
Flowers teach us good values
Punctual to the very core
On time they bloom and glow
Even rising among dirty water
Lotus teaches us how to be pure
Blooming once in twelve years
The kurinji teaches patience.
With unwavered attention to the sun
The sunflower demonstrates focus
Let us learn from nature
To be the blossoming flowers of the future.
“My son so strong, my son so brave”
Says the mother proudly to her husband
“Lovely, handsome and smart, he’s the God of Gods!
Here comes our son Nicholas!”
Next day at the house started the great battle
Mother and son so furious that they broke all the walls
There go the chairs and tables, up and down the house
Mother and Nicholas so furious that they broke all my dolls!
Father and I so curious to dig the reason of this war
We stood like a wall between Nicholas and mother
And stopped the war in the middle separating the two battlers
To our surprise this war had started for a silly fruit.
The day ended on a bitter note, mom and Nicholas sleeping apart
And next day when we woke up they were not there in their cots
What a shock we got when we saw them in the garden, playing shuttlecock
Strange mom and Nicholas! What are they up to next?
Young Poem World 