I look at the river beyond my eyes
To look at the stories that lie deep inside
As I see the daughter of the great holy mother
Her name is Mother Earth
The seaweed, like hair of the mermaid
The shells, a home to the crabs
They all make one thing, the daughter
Her name is Majestic Water
Staring deep into a clear frosty lake
Seeing the reflection of me
Knowing there is something off
Not just a cold and a cough
Something deep inside of me
Like I’m getting washed over by the cold sea
A new feeling dawn’s me
A feeling sharper than a key
The overwhelming thoughts surround me
The sound of buzzing like bees on a shopping spree
The feeling of the light grass tickled my legs
The sight of spiders building their webs
The moon disappears and the sun rises
A new day begins
A new feeling and fresh new me
The reflection of me reappears as I see a new version of me
In the closet it’s safe
In the closet there’s no one that’s fake
Feels like my mouth is covered with tape
Whenever someone asks if I’m gay
I just need to laugh and say ‘no way!’
Cats are furry,
some are not.
Some take journeys
and travel a lot.
If you see a cat,
give her a gentle pat
‘cause it’s a natural
thing to do.
Your dreams will all come true.
And that is why I like you.
One day I was walking by a river.
I saw a big bird,
It was tall and skinny
And very, very silly.
Never like a bird I have seen before.
Never seen a bird like that before.
No wonder people say birds are so interesting.
If you seek for me
the pond is where I’ll be.
You may think I’ll start to yawn
but I will not even though
it is already dawn.
As I look at my reflection
don’t ask me a single question.
If you see me
don’t fear
as you see
I’m happy here!
I think this poem piece
Needs to increase
It needs more words
Coming in herds
Hey, look, I’m a poet
And I didn’t even know it
I’m reaching the stars
Which are further than Mars
I think this writing
Needs more of a sighting
Like a holiday in your head
Like every book I’ve read
Hey, look, I’m a poet
And I didn’t even know it
I’m faster than cars
I’m getting very far!
I think these words
Need to fly like birds
I can’t stop rhyming things
Which gives this poem a little ding!
Hey, look, I’m a poet
And I didn’t even know it
I’m stronger than lions that go raaarr,
And that’s the end of my poem, ta-da!
I stepped on a stick,
Held it, threw it quick,
Did that and that for years,
I reached in everyone’s ears.
I the Javelin throw champion,
Was once poor and sad,
But I focused, made history and
My Nation became glad!
Fun unaccepted,
Unexpected,
Standing, winning in Tokyo Olympics,
Opponent’s ear picks.
I became the first person to win a medal at Javelin,
I became a warrior battlin’,
I am NEERAJ CHOPRA…
We’ve all been there before
A fruitless day
Where your page is white and unblemished
And you think for any way at all
To fill it up
Doodling and scribbling, then in a rush
Trying to do some work
Before your insides turn to mush
When your work is handed in
Your teacher is not fazed
By all the messy jottings
Kind of like a maze
They grab a coffee
And pick it apart, bit by bit
They are long unrewarded
When, at last they hit
Upon it, with hours of hard work
They forget about their aching head
And they hurl it in joy…
And nothing more is said.