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- Rupashri

Do you love to notice expressions? I do.

Expressions

A face with a happy curve
A curve called a smile
That stares at you with twinkling eyes
And makes you return it twice

A face which is quite sad
About something we don’t realize
That stares at you with tearful eyes
And makes you feel you’ll cry

A face which is quite scared
We think it’s fake and we glare
It stares at you with frightened eyes
And makes you feel you’ve not been fair

A face with an annoyed expression
Is same all over the season
It stares at you with glaring eyes
And makes you feel you’ll never dare.

A face which shows absolute hatred
Never believes in what we created
It glares at you with hateful eyes
And makes you feel very sad

A face which is as plain as ever
What the expression is, it’s tough to say
Staring at you with beady eyes
Makes you feel it’s wearing a disguise

Many types of expressions are there
Happy, sad, scared or plain
Anger, love and hate can be seen
But I like to see a curve on your face
A curve that is called a smile

-Rupashri

I love books. here is a poem about them.

Books

To write we have books
And books to read
Books for cooks
And books of seeds

Books to make
And some to take
Books to share
And some are in pairs

Full of stories
And full of colours
Full of imagination
And some about nations

Books are a boon
But I like them with a spoon
‘Cause I love to read
While I eat.
hope you enjoyed it.

-Rupashri

It’s raining cats and dogs and taxi cabs right now. I hate it when it rains. So, I wrote a poem…It’s got a nice rhythm.

 Rains can be a pain

Rains can be a pain
When it really floods the lane
And sometimes it hails
That hurts all creatures including snails

The flooded river flows
Through many villages in rows
And all day long it pours
People catch colds in hoards

Rains can really be a pain!

Clouds cover the sky above
And make the day as dark as now
We wish it would really stop
‘Cause we want to go out and shop

Rains are really a pain!

Big drops fall on us
And sometimes we rejoice
As we get fussed
But Oh! Rains can really be a pain!

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Rains can really be a pain

I’m sure you feel the same

-Rupashri

Sorry I couldn’t blog for a few days. I was so engrossed in eating bananas.

Bananas
Bananas are as yellow as ever
Banana-boiled is sweet and rich in flavor

Banana chips are so crisp and crunchy
Banana roasted is so very munchy

Banana jam is yellow and yummy
Banana shake is delicious and creamy

Banana ice cream, cold is really gold
Banana leaves, so nicely they fold

Banana trees are nice and tall
Banana’s colour is lovely as you all

Banana sandwiches, open and see something round
Bananas, there are many kinds all around.

Oh! I’ve gone bananas over bananas!

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Hope you’ll not start eating bananas toooo!

-Rupashri

Poor old me!

I was free out in the wild
When I met a little child
The child called his father
Who came and caught me, o bother!

I was no longer a free bird
And the child made me tired
He kept teaching me to talk
But all I could do was ‘squack’

I got red chillies to eat
And green grapes as a treat
And when I behaved very sweet
He gave me a big feast

But I was trapped in a cage
With nothing to do in my old age
While all the other birds were out free
Not at all caring for poor old me

Bye
-Rupashri

Plight

Oh no! It’s the veggie’s plight
When they are plucked to make us a tasty delight
And taken are baskets to the big markets
And sold to satisfy our appetites

Dear! it is the flower’s plight
When they are plight without any of our might
And women love to wear them in their plaits
Where they sit trapped bound tight

And then ouch! It’s the chicken’s plight
While they are plucked for our diet
And cut up (ugh!) for their meat,
Which many eat ignoring their plight

All their cries and pleas are shunned
And we harm them even if not for fun
They are all living things, just like us
Poor things but what can be done

Hope you liked it. kindly comment on them.

-Rupashri

Hai, here is another poem about the beautiful beach.

At the beach

Let’s go out to the beach for a walk
And collect seashells while we talk
The hot sand and the waves in between
Makes even an old man feel like a teen

The beach is perfect for a pleasant swim
But still watch out ‘cause the sun may burn your skin
Always the sand covers our toes
And sometimes to brush it we bend low

But ‘ouch’ we cry out loud in shock
When the crab nips and your leg is locked
Then the stupid crab, claps his claws with joy
And we get free and we loudly rejoice

The beach is full of gentle breeze
And we are really happy at the beach
Forgetting how we were earlier seized
We start enjoying before the day cease.

So beautiful it is to see the sky
And the kites flying very high
Later into the sea the sun goes
And that at the beach is the best show

Bye -bye
-Rupashri

Here is my latest poem:

I, Me and Myself
I had a dream to be a child
To be the real little me
I’ll make my mom cuddle, her shy
Little baby myself.

Then I grew and became me
The present day’s me,
A young girl who is 10 years old
A shy timid me.

Two years later, in my dream
I learnt to make little things myself
But I burnt a toast,
And my little finger even more!
When I learnt to make things myself.

I ironed my clothes
And laid my bed
I did it with me, and by myself.

I had a dream to be a child
But this time a different me
I laid the table and made the dinner
Just when I was three!

Hope you enjoyed it!
- Rupashri

Here is a really silly poem.Ha Ha Ha!

 Simply Amazing!

A hot wintery night,
On my way to school,
I spotted a bunny,
Flying in a pool.
Simply amazing!
And isn’t that cool?

A cold summer morning,
When I went to sleep,
I saw a mountain ,
Trying to leap.
Simply amazing!
And isn’t that sweet?

A bright dark evening,
My shadow followed me,
But it stopped at the gate,
And ran towards a tree.
Simply amazing!
And that did surprise me.

A dark cold noon,
When I looked up at the moon,
I saw a turtle,
With a fork and a spoon.
Simply amazing!
But I wanted to wake up soon.

Liked it? Everything written is impossible.Simply Amazing!
-Rupashri