The Green Peas.

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The green peas are jumping up and down,

For my big friends have come.

They will be eating matar paneer and tawa pulao (an Indian vegetable amd bread),

Which Ma has made.

They come from a place which is nice and fair

And games are regularly played.

The green peas are asking to be made again,

Into fluffy kachoris (puffed fried bread).

Ma soon would be making them.

Our friends have requested Ma, Baba and me to,

And our friends would visit us again.

That time Ma would be making chana masala and tandoori roti.



Hi To My Friend.

Hi to my friend,

Who stays abroad,

He is a class apart.

We have spent a lot of time together in our childhood playing cricket and football.

He seldom writes back to me,

Not more than four times a year,

But he is one of my few best friends and my best and heartiest regards to him.

The memories of the past are a golden line across the whole of our lives,

The friendship cemented is unbreakable.

Though distance and time play a major role,

Both being hazardous components of physics,

Be it rain or anything else,

We shall be the golden friends forever and ever.



Blog, Poetry, Sun And The Mountain.

Sun And The Mountain.

The sun went up to the mountain,

It was very near to the peak,

The mountain told that,

“You are so near,

That I feel uncomfortable,

As you have not studied me.”

The Sun told,


I know each bit of you,

We are friends and foes forever,

As you are so cold and I am so hot.

I will make the snow melt into a stream.

It will flow down as a stream into a river,

And people will know about you.”

The mountain smiled,

As it would get rid of its extra burden,

The Sun went up and above and smiled to all.”



A Good Bit Of Fun.

A good bit of fun,

Is much needed and required.

It cheers up the self and enlightens it.

A good bit of fun,

Is playing a game of ludo,

A game of tic-tac-toe.

A game of singing.

A good bit of fun,

Is shouting aloud with your friends,

Doing hoola hoop.

A good bit of fun,

Is what God has made us for.

For too much fun,

Often ruins the day,

And much less fun,

Makes a person unhappy.

So, do have a good bit of fun,

And be happy.



In The End.

In the End,

All is well,

Everyone’s happy,

As blissful as a small baby,

There is no dearth of food,

Only happiness reigns.

All were singing,

Coins were jingling,

Santa was tingling,

My friends were juggling,

We weren’t struggling,

By God’s grace everything was normal,

None felt abnormal.

Poetry and rhyme went hand in hand,

Let them dance till they find a grand,

Now the time asks for rest,

So all of us lets go to bed.

In the morning we shall wake up again,

See the light of pure white train.

Be happy,

Be Merry,

As in the end all is well again.