Category: Blog
My World
Eyes
Deeper and darker,
as we go farther
So mysterious would it be,
like a lost ship in the sea
Secrets all inside,
that’s what all they hide.
When the light on the eye beams,
full of emotions it seems
The colorful world around,
they take us on a merry-go-round
Oh! beautiful eyes
Oh! beautiful eyes
Nature
“Study nature
love nature;
live with nature.
It will never
fail you.”
The Beauty of Black
A Microcosm
Poem on Corona Virus
Corona is a deadly disease
And has made the whole economy freeze
We are all stuck in our house
And COVID has made us feel like a trapped mouse
Most of the people are scared
But they are also prepared
We need to follow rules
And those who do not, are just fools
We all need to be responsible
And this is how the stopping of this disease will be possible
The Mask
I love wearing a mask, it hides my poking nose,
And protects me from the sneezing doze.
It takes the safety limit to the sky,
But I still don’t know why
I love my mask.
Because being at home is a gruelling task.
At last,
I would like to ask,
When will we be rid of the mask?
When will we show our beautiful faces?
And when will there be no Covid cases?
My Neighbours
A New Perspective
“What a nuisance this pen has created in front of my favorite teacher! I am going to throw it in the dustbin now.” said Lucy.
Lucy believed that she got scolded in front of her class not because of her but because of her pen and so she wanted to throw her pen away. As she was going to throw it in the dustbin, she felt someone crying and her hands getting wet slowly. But she ignored this and went close to the dustbin to throw her pen into it. That’s when she heard a loud and angry voice, “Leave me, it’s not my fault that you got scolded, Lucy.”
Lucy looked around but didn’t see anyone else. With a shock she realised it was the pen in her hand as it introduced itself.
Lucy told the pen in an angry manner, “I use you everyday. I also think of you as MY BEST FRIEND but because of your laziness my handwriting got spoiled,” Lucy sputtered angrily, “How dare you do that! I don’t want to see you a single minute more!” said Lucy.
“This wasn’t my fault Lucy,” said her pen politely. “It’s actually you who force me to write. Sometimes you and your friends also play with me, you also throw me and my tip gets bent but I’ve never complained and kept bearing the pain.” It really looked crestfallen.
Lucy realised her mistake and said sorry to her pen from the depth of her heart. She had new respect in her voice as she promised all her materials to keep them safely and of course respectfully.
