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Swachh Bharath!!
Clean, clean, everywhere!
Clean, clean, everywhere!

It’s on October second
On the birthday of the great legend

Some tend to hate,
While others feel it great

The path is laid
These principles shouldn’t fade

If the breathing air should be clean
Plant more trees to make it green!

Cleanliness is next to godliness,
It gives us more happiness

For a better habitation
Practice good sanitation

For a life full of healthiness
Let’s do things without clumsiness

Join hands for a clean green nation
Let this vision be our mission!!!


Written in October 2014






Apple Tree
Here is a tree with leaves so green,
Here are the apples that I have ever seen
When the wind blows, the apples will fall
I have a basket to gather them all



Written in March 2014



Nature
The sun shines so bright.
The stars twinkle in the night.
The hills are so green and light.
The nature is so beautiful in sight.

Written in April 2014



Moon
Oh Moon! Oh Moon!
We like you Ms. Moon
I wish you come soon,
To give us a boon

Written in July 2014



Lee’s Wee! Wee!
Cluck! Cluck! Mommy Hen
Living in a very fine pen

A very good Hen is she
Her only chick is Lee

Farmer Palmer asks her,
How’z your chick, Lee?
She replies, “Oh he cries..,”

Wee !! Wee !!! Wee

Written in August 2014




Life
If you want to make a good deed,
You are a good person indeed.

Work hard all day,
It’s all worth that is what I say.

These are the principles that I follow,
If you do so, you can fly like a swallow!!

Written in September 2014




My Mom
My Mom stands by me as a pillar of support,
She is always for me, no doubt.

She wants me to be fearless
She is a brilliant woman I guess.

When she gives me hugs & kisses
I am filled with blisses.

She pats on my back,
I think it’s worth a lakh!!

Written in September 2014




Junk Food
The unhealthiest thing is junk food’
It always tastes very good.

It spoils our health,
This can even cost our wealth.

Easy for addiction,
We are the prey, is my prediction.

Knowing how the junk is made,
We have to just evade

All that glitters is not gold,
NO! to junk is what I told.
Written in November 2014



Acrostic Poems
Big and Bold
Over Informative
On my study table
Knowledge is in every corner of it.


Do you know what it is?? – BOOK



Colourful and Tasty
Attractive too!
Nuts and caramel
Darn it, that’s not healthy
Yet People buy it

Do you know what it is?? – CANDY


My only Darling
Oh very fascinating!
The only soul to care
Happy and Beautiful
Enthusiastic Woman
Rocking in the “Mother Role”

Do you know who it is?? - MOTHER



She, the only darling of the family,
Intelligent and cute
Sweet voice is hers
The prettiest Angel is she
Enjoying with toys
Really precious for me

Do you know who it is?? - SISTER

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