Category Archives: Children

Little Rani wants to play

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I want to play
Like the children in nearby huts
My toys and friends are calling me
To talk and play with them

My eyes are searching stars and moon
To have my dinner from your hands
I want to sleep in my mom’s laps and
Want to travel on my father’s back

Listen Mom, I want to play
Don’t send me to schools and creche
I hate to cry and weep in there
Let me stay at home and
Allow me to enjoy my childhood days

All in Colours

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“Hurry”, said Miss Marge Mellow,
“Now get me that dirty fellow,
That one o’er there in bright Yellow,
All he can do is just bellow.”

“So spank him till he goes all Blue,
Then dip him in that bowl of glue.
Well, did he say he has no clue?
And was in bed with a touch of flu?”

“Then who was it that took a bite
From that yummy choco delight?
Right on top was a swan so White,
He must have eaten it last night.

“Calm down Miss Mellow”, coaxed Old Ned,
“Didn’t you hear what the fella just said?
A touch of flu and he was in bed
The tip of his nose is still so Red.”

“Into my bed, Miss, I did sink
But could not sleep even a wink.
See this ear so sickly Pink,
I had to smear a lot of zinc.”

“Please Miss Mellow, do not frown
Or in my tears now I shall drown,
That tiny swan with its crown,
Was eaten up by Frisby Brown.”

My Baby Girl

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I have a baby girl
Cute and sweet with a lovely curl
Her name is Haely, H with a capital
She brings joy to a sad dad
Without her I feel very bad
She talks like a big woman
And gives a charming smile as only she can
She asks for a chocolate daily
I tell her watch your teeth Haely
She loves the beach
To make a sand castle
She’ll readily teach
She has soft skin
I am proud she is my kin
She has golden hair
Pony tails in a pair
A girl like her is very rare
Search here search there
Someone like her
You won’t find anywhere

Angel

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She’s an integral part of me
The sunshine in my life
Her smile could launch a thousand ships
Her tears could break my heart

Her innocence reminds me
Of a forgotten childhood
Of memories diminished
Of faded bliss

She gazes at my eyes
And probes into my heart
Her face inquires only once
Am I with her all the way

She ignores my fears
She ignores my anxiety
She places herself in my hands
And that strengthens me

The Hen and the Duck

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Mother Hen said, “Cluck, cluck, cluck!
Oh! Daddy Cock see what bad luck!
This is the egg that you did tuck
It broke alright but out came a Duck!

Mother Duck said, “Quack, quack, quack!
That egg we’d kept inside a sack,
There beside that wooden rack,
It’s mine, I say, just give me back.

“Cool down, my Dear”, said Daddy Drake.
“Ma Hen didn’t know that the egg would break!
But what a bonny sweet little thing,
Look Honey! That’s our baby duckling!”

Baby Duck said “Quack, cluck, cluck!
Who said I ‘m a little duck?
All my playmates are fat chicks
So please don’t play such nasty tricks!

“This is my home and here I’ll stay
With Mother Hen all night and day.
Ma has baked a wormy pie
So Mister Drake I say Good-bye.”

Merry Rhymes

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Daddy’s Pride

Aha! Said the Kangaroo,
See how fast, how fast he grew!
That’s my baby, sure it’s true
He’s now a Spice Net Aircraft crew!

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Train-ride

Googy boarded Ting Tong Mail,
Wagging a fluffy, fleecy tail.
But when the Mail went off the rail
Googy got off but left his tail.

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Have You?

Have you seen Numami Zoo?
Is it right in Timbuctoo?
Have you tasted Lankan brew?
Is it spicy through and through?
Have you read “The Merry Berry Boo”?
Is that a thriller by Braddy Moo?
Haven’t you even a single clue?
Don’t worry, I’m as blank as you.

Summer Vacation

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Annu and Mini spent their summer vacation,
Playing and roaming about caring less vacation running out;
Mummy got annoyed at them for their amusement,
Daddy’s displeasure gave them pleasure always.

Days have passed and weeks too,
Played not enough, but tired too,
Dreamt at night meeting new friends and teachers,
Annu and Mini spent their summer vacation.

Searched for the school bag and found it torn out,
Looked for the pen and found its ink dried out,
Looked for a note book with no empty pages but scribbling all over.

Annu found his shoes half eaten by Timbu – his pet dog,
Mini found her shoes sandwiched behind the cupboard.
Annu and Mini went halter shelter searching for things,
Mummy-Daddy watched their doings with lot of amusement.

Vacation is over now, Annu and Mini could not believe,
Vacation tasks remain in plenty still to be completed,
Vacation tasks got ignored while playing and roaming about,
Vacation ultimately bid good-bye to Annu and Mini.

In Appreciation

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My heart reaches out to you in
Admiration and Pride!
Birds fly out of their nest
To explore the world,
O that I were a bird!

Astronauts move out,
To explore the celestial bodies,
O that I were an astronaut!
Air, Wind, Breeze spread fresh
Aroma to far away lands,
Over the hills and dales,
No boundaries do they encompass
On their journey!
O that I could move with them!

Why do I regret?
I experience the joy of travelling
Over distant lands and seas
Through you, my Child!
I pray, the Almighty,
Give me many more opportunities
To see the world through your eyes!

My heart reaches out to you,
In admiration and pride!

To a loved one

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Often I ponder over what I do not have,
I fail to count my blessings,
Then I experience a tug, a pull,
Perhaps the Protector reminding me
I see an aura, an effulgent flow of thoughts
Come rushing.
God, were you not with me all times?
Were you not the one who blessed me?
With doting Ma and Pa,
A loving, sharing sibling,
A caring, protecting life partner
And God, your greatest gift of all,
My little girl.

All this alleviates me to the most exalted state of mind.
I then, said a prayer for you, Molu, today,
I knew God must have heard my prayer.
I asked that He be near you,
At the start of each new day,
To bless you with health and peace of mind,
I also asked for happiness for you.
In all your endeavors in life.

It is not easy to enclose in frame,
My gratitude to God.
For having endowed me with,
A Pillar of strength, in times of stress and strain.
It is not easy to compose a little poem,
On the adoration, love and concern, Molu,
You have showered on us!

In Appreciation

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My heart reaches out to you in
Admiration and Pride!
Birds fly out of their nest
To explore the world,
O that I were a bird!

Astronauts move out,
To explore the celestial bodies,
O that I were an astronaut!
Air, Wind, Breeze spread fresh
Aroma to far away lands,
Over the hills and dales,
No boundaries do they encompass
On their journey!
O that I could move with them!

Why do I regret?
I experience the joy of travelling
Over distant lands and seas
Through you, my Child!
I pray, the Almighty,
Give me many more opportunities
To see the world through your eyes!

My heart reaches out to you,
In admiration and pride!

Vicarious pleasure

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The life lived cannot be rejected to live anew afresh.
The time passed can never again be regained;
The youthful vision can never again be visualised;
But the child, youth and old age seen around reminds us of the life lived in round.
The old memory and the new reality give an unenjoyable vicarious pleasure;
At least to have this pleasure a child is most essential.
Seeing the natural development of the child the unfortunately missed experience can be known;
And before our own eyes at least the child achieving the bliss we have lost can be seen.

Wedded Life

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To get relief the youth willingly accepts the wedded life;
But caught by the web of the wedded life, he permanently becomes a prisoner of life.
This is the final life imprisonment decree he has to undergo,
From which there is no escape to the world of vision until death;
But the result of the marriage is the birth of a child.
God in the form of child is the only solace for the family;
The freshness and the happiness of the child bring compensation and a new inspiration;
And the life’s happiest part can once again be enjoyed in the mind’s eye.

Language of Love

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Darwin discovered the evolution of man from monkey.
Perhaps the child knows the whole truth,
Before it knows how to talk.
But it finds it impossible to express that
When it begins to speak in the language of the men.
That is why the truth, attaining the human form after many a birth,
The child communicates through the language of love to all;
But only a genius among men translates that in the language of the men.

Loss of Visionary Power

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Once entering the school the child starts forgetting
All the truths it was trying to convey through love.
No sooner the parental approval of the educational imprisonment is confirmed
The doors of the creative power, originality and geniality are tightly closed.
With the visionary power of the previous world
Goes away the knowledge of the present world comes.
With the new knowledge he tries to discover the lost world of glory;
But the world in which he has landed has many problems to be tackled;
And his whole time is occupied by the problems like poverty, disease, corruption, exploitation, etc.

The Unprofitable Business

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Next the world of work makes the grown up boy a slave of work,
Whether education, interest and work, coincide or not.
Repression or depression, he has to carry out his obligation.
Suppressed or oppressed, to have a place in the society he has to bear exploitations too.
Such is the unprofitable and meaningless business of the world is.
Fate or fortune fluctuates often the balance of human harmony.
The successful persons are not often the intelligent ones;
And the miserable men are not often the foolish ones.