Roses

Roses are red, pink and yellow,

They are liked by each and every fellow.

Mom keeps it in a vase,

Dad just looks at its face.

Roses are very useful,

They are also very beautiful.

Its smell is just very nice,

It also gives relaxation to my  eyes.

I get very scared by its thorne,

Thank God it doesn't have any horns.

Its petals are very soft,

We must not keep it in our loft.

As we will feel that it has cried,

The flower will be really dried.

Roses also like to dance

They are mostly found in France.

Life should be just like a rose,

We must really take its pose.

Roses also grow on my farm,

They don't cause me any harm.

I grow roses in my pot,

After some days it gets rot.

Roses get scared of a stone,

When i leave them they get alone.

A Poem on my uncle Ravi

He is a character who is very comic,

My father says that he is very microscopic.

I say that he's too sarcastic

But still he is my Ravi Chithappa

Very funny he has been,

Has any one of you seen

He says whatever is in his mind very clean

He is my Ravi Chithappa

He stays in Tanzania without any Tension-ia

 

He loves to visit jungles having jingles

with every1 around him he mingles

He is my Ravi Chithappa

His birthday falls in the month of June,

His voice is like the radio you tune,

Memories of our friendship

Are like a dune

Only my Ravi Chithappa.

Mother Teresa

The lady who created the Missionaries of charity,

Who never cared about publicity,

Who tried to stop scarcity,

None other than Mother Teresa.

The lady who got a Nobel Prize Award,

Who never cared about a reward,

Who tried to change a coward,

None other than Mother Teresa.

The lady whose name was Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhio,

Who never sat in a Mercedes or  a Scorpio,

Who tried to help everyone

from Newyork to Tokyo,

None other than Mother Teresa.

POLITICS

The fight which consists of slaps and kicks,

It is none other than politics.

There they throw a lot of tantrum

The sound is heard from Kashmir to Trivandrum.

A lot of fights take place here,

Of deaths all the politicians fear.

On each other they always prowl

Later on they give each other a dirty scowl

All the politicians eat so much and become a barrel,

After each and every minute they start a quarrel.

They create unwanted regulations and rules,

They throw on each other their dirty mules.

All day they do nothing but sulk

They act like the incredible hulk.

They look like monsters wearing those spectacles,

They do nothing for us but create obstacles.

But all I learn in civics,

Is nothing but politics.