1. CLOWN
I am a little clown
Who never gives a frown
However things go wrong
I ever sing a song .
I gave a message to you all
This world is like a ball
Which turns you all around
In a big merry-go-round.
When hardships come your way
Don’t settle in dismay
In mids’t of pointed thorns
There grows a scented rose.
I wish you all the best
Don’t worry of this test
Be happy
and gay
For Life is just today !
2. Little
Ant
Little ant,lttle ant climbing upWhy you’re in such a hurry?To take this cake to my nest,where my hungry little’ones;are trotting hay-way in fury.
Little ant, little ant climbing upwhy don’t you take some rest?To save this grain in my nest;before its hoggled away and goneby any other raiding pest.
Little ant, little ant climbing upWhy you’re carrying the double?To finish the work in proper time;before the gusty cold wind arrivesand leave us to panic and whine.
Little ant, little ant climbing upWhat did you said to your pals?To run fast rather wince and swoon;for the old granny is coming straightto brush and sweep with her broom.
नन्ही सी चिड़िया
खिड़की पर आये
टुकुर - टुकुर ताक कर
झट से उड़ जाए
लाल - लाल चोंच उसकी
गोल - गोल आँख है
भूरी सी पीठ पर
पंखों का जाल है
दाने को ढूँढती
छजली पर आये
मुझसे डर कर क्यूँ
दूर भाग जाए
छुप कर मैं देखूं तो
चोरी - चोरी आये
चोंच मैं दबाकर
वो सब चुग जाए
4. The Life of a School boy
Every morning when my mother
wake me up at six
I feel to bury my face under cover
and sleep a little more.
But in no time my father
pulls me out of bed
showing the way to bathroom
and thrust a brush in my hand.
.
Holding my bag, making odd faces
gulping the milk and tying shoe laces
I am ready to go to to school
with bus full of friends on my door.
Cheering and talking about,- from
notes to tiff-in and scary homework
From Sitting obediently in class room
to galloping horses in the interval.
.
Every teacher carries a special
position in my little heart
One I admire glancing at her shyly
concentrating on every word she says.
Other one I try to avoid, as far as I could
With fear making my stomach churn
Alas ! the last bench is the
only hiding place I could get .
.
When comes the Annual day
the most awaited day of the year
we all take part in dance and play
Getting a break from monotonous routine.
Picnic is yet another merriment
to freek out with friends and have fun time.
Exams at the end though give us a tremor
but after that we'll get summer vacation.
.
wake me up at six
I feel to bury my face under cover
and sleep a little more.
But in no time my father
pulls me out of bed
showing the way to bathroom
and thrust a brush in my hand.
.
Holding my bag, making odd faces
gulping the milk and tying shoe laces
I am ready to go to to school
with bus full of friends on my door.
Cheering and talking about,- from
notes to tiff-in and scary homework
From Sitting obediently in class room
to galloping horses in the interval.
.
Every teacher carries a special
position in my little heart
One I admire glancing at her shyly
concentrating on every word she says.
Other one I try to avoid, as far as I could
With fear making my stomach churn
Alas ! the last bench is the
only hiding place I could get .
.
When comes the Annual day
the most awaited day of the year
we all take part in dance and play
Getting a break from monotonous routine.
Picnic is yet another merriment
to freek out with friends and have fun time.
Exams at the end though give us a tremor
but after that we'll get summer vacation.
.
- Manjri--
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