winter is cold
there is no snow in the sky
the squirrel gathers nuts
and wild geese fly
the fluffy red fox
has his fur to keep warm
the bear is sleeping
through the storm
In a land where gods and mortals tread,
A puppet’s heart, with strings of dread,
Born not of flesh, but crafted fine,
A creation, lost to the sands of time.
His eyes were bright, his purpose clear,
But hollow winds whispered near.
A vessel empty, a soul denied,
In shadows deep, he chose to hide.
Once promised light, now cast aside,
His fragile heart learned how to bide.
A tale of sorrow, anger sown,
He walked a path, yet all alone.
Beneath a mask of calm and grace,
Raged a storm he couldn’t face.
A wanderer in lands untold,
A heart once warm, now turned to cold.
But still he seeks, with burning quest,
A place to find eternal rest.
In every step, he carves his fate,
A puppet’s soul, to liberate.
And in the end, when truth is clear,
He’ll find the strength to quell his fear.
For though he’s made of wood and thread,
A human heart beats in his stead.
Flowers are red blue and purple
I think of flowers when I dance in harmony
with my dancing dress
Flowers are the best ~One two three four
and we will be there soon
I move, I cry and think about flowers.
Flowers are everywhere
It’s time to say goodbye to flowers
because now it is winter
Bye bye flowers .
I think I was five, when they told me about a unicorn –
I sat atop a waste-covered rock, drooping and forlorn,
With hollow pits of hunger piercing through my being,
I looked up at the sky – my only known ceiling.
They say that unicorns have magic on their wings,
Magic that can make clouds dance and sing!
However, for me, the clouds only weep –
Through piles of glass and stone, I slowly sweep
Conversations about magic leave me bewildered –
Somersaulting clouds! Singing unicorns! Leave me flustered,
As I set out to pick rags, and clean traffic-covered streets,
With anxiety and worry, I am suddenly replete.
In the evening, my mother cleans rich people’s railings –
She is sixty-seven now, old and ailing!
I try my best to make her life easy
Seeing her struggle and strive, makes me sick and queasy!
I wish I could get her the Badi Memsahab’s mop,
To the ground, no longer she will have to drop!
However, the money I make goes towards food
Towards clothes and shoes, no matter how crude.
Today, as I push through the plastic and steel
Through piles of vegetable peel, as slippery as a seal,
I come across a partly bent pink-coloured wiper,
As bright as a rainbow, as sharp as a sniper!
Filled with joy, I bend down and pick up the tool
Without realizing it, I have broken: The Ragpicker’s Rule,
Every object we find must be sent for recycling
Plastic becomes tires used for bicycling.
This evening, I decide to take the mop home
As the sun sets behind the temple’s golden dome,
My mother approaches the object with great trepidation,
Cradling it as thought it is her greatest aspiration
There are stars in her eyes, and joy between her fingers,
Between the wrinkles on her face, the glow of joy lingers,
This is magic! I realize! This is my unicorn
This essence of joy, my mother’s struggles are gone!
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Someone like you belongs in the zoo
Don’t worry I will be there
Just out of the cage
Laughing at you
I am gentle and soft.
I am not being mean,
But I sometimes catch you with my bristly baleen,
I drink a lot from the ocean and the seas,
with my stubbly filter,
I vastly kill you all at one swish,
I love you
KRILL
I woke up this morning,
no sun in the sky
all I could hear
were pelicans flying high.
I live by the beach
with lots of birds around
seagulls, albatrosses
I can’t even name them all.
There is so much nature around me
whether it’s the sea the birds
or the country side
I love all nature
especially the best of them all
PELICANS.
Video Games are entertaining and let you realise
to not tire your self out but do not stay on too long
otherwise you’ll get into the habit
and get edited and get in trouble
and you will not do your work