Thursday 28 March 2013

diary

i am a diary
used to write secrets
all the other people like to read me
but i regret

bad things about people
plus liked or disliked friends
we get sadder and sadder
when it starts to end  

our teachers

our teachers
are there to guide us
but not the way we do
it in a car or bus

we get to learn
they get to teach
to our goal they help us reach

they are there to scold
they are there to explain
they are there to wash off
all the stains

they make us understand
and learn
but also see
our own concern

they help us to
live our life
and teach us all
how to survive

Tuesday 19 March 2013

my great experience in megha group

we did so many things
related to nature and all
we came in so small
but came out so tall


we learnt so many things
some new and some old
but learning is never waste
it is always gold


my experience was awesome
believe it or not
but we had to keep clean
every single spot


i love my little group
so clean and so nice
i think that we all
are tiny little mice

Saturday 16 March 2013

time

time will never 
wait for you
not like sailors
in a crew


if you will use it
properly
it will be there
largely


instead of
talking and chatting
learning listening
as good as writing


when you will be growing up
learning to use
but if you dont
you will be a bulb with a fuse

Thursday 14 March 2013

books


books books 
in the library
books books
on history


books books
on the shelf
books books
about an elf


books books
all around 
books books 
never on the ground


books books
teach us a lot
books books
are never a rot


it is good to know
the world of books
because they tell us about
police men and crooks

winter

winter is the season for snow
hot soups and bread come in too


a good bonfire 
keeps you nice and warm
it helps you to get up
when rings the alarm

in winters we all
wait for the sun
i am sure his father
will be pushing him to run

winters is the time for cozyness
the blankets are out for the warmness

when winters go away
we are all happy
no jackets and sweaters
all so clappy

Pencil


i am a pencil
used so often
i get sharpened
if i am broken


it is so hard
to give away your skin
and where does it go
it goes into the bin


i think i am the only thing
which grow tall to short
all the other things
grow from short to tall


i am a really useful thing
used to write stories
because of me so many people
are all in glory