Skip to main content

Where should I go?

 


Maybe I should go to Sahara Desert this time for the holidays.

The Sahara Desert is not good,

It provides no water.

It drains all our energy,

It has no water left even for a potter.

Who would want to go there,

For the summer holidays?

Let's see the best place which creates a good play.



Maybe, Antarctica?

Antarctica is useless,

Only very icy.

Who would want to go there,

If it has no ivy?

Let's see the best place which creates a good scenery.



How about Russia? It's less dangerous.

Russia is harmful,

It brings war,

Who would want to go there,

Though it isn't very far.

Russia is unfair,

It doesn't play a good part,

Let's see the place which creates a loving heart.



I know the best place, you can guess it without me telling you...

Home! The place,

It's really very sweet.

The place loved by all ones,

It does save a seat.

The place which creates a good play,

The place which creates a good scenery,

And the place which creates a loving heart, 

Everything is home,

The place which has you and me,

And the rest of the family!


Have a happy, healthy and safe Summer Holiday!!


Comments

  1. At Home we are all safe. Be at Home, Happy at Home. Safe too!
    Babu Thatha

    ReplyDelete
  2. You always give a message in your writing. It's really great . I liked your choice for safe stay during summer holidays with your dear ones of your family at home. What you conveyed is true.weon those days Never go on tour but to enjoy with friends niece cousin and play at home.Good thought. From Pushpa patti

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

So Close, Yet So Far

  What you knew you had right beside you What you never knew might leave you What you had neglected for days What you wished was still there, within your gaze. That miniscule amount of hope  That you feel lingering close by You could open out your arms, embrace it, But suddenly it's high in the sky. Once within your grasp, But now away from you, Don't waste a moment on a wee gasp, Time won't stop, and the moving hope too. Each moment is to be caught, Each memory to be cherished, Hold them carefully in your arms, Before they shall vanish. The consistent inkling when you feel, Something close, yet so far, Is only because you know yourself, That it is within your grasp, but not within your confidence. If you're positive enough that you can hold it, The 'it' that is mysterious and something only you know, You can hold the precious 'it', Clutch it tight, don't let it go. You must be close to the end of the day, With its cliffs and slopes and Rocky slides,...

Behind The Mask

  Behind the clouds  Is the hidden sky, so far, Behind the plasters, A nasty scar, Behind the curtains,  Are bright windows  But behind a mask - It is not for show. Not until you tumble into the trap,  Stay trapped there, in disguised gloom  Without realising it - And then go deeper and deeper  To discover what really looms. Then realisation strikes - How they behaved, how they feigned The hidden meaning behind every wave  You've found it. And the rage, You try to stifle it with much courage, But instead, burn down the page, And whoops - that leads you to your cage. But in the end, the mask is gone - To reveal an atrocity, so from it begone Don't explain, on its own will it dawn - Upon others, just the way it did on you - Ignore their every scorn. Just wait for their mask to be openly torn.

Stars

  Shining in the vast night sky, I see them from afar. Dominated by the brighter moon, There glimmer the stars. Mostly hidden by the cruel shadows, Or by the thick, misty clouds. But they do not give up, they still glimmer on, They make their voice be heard loud. Even though they're hardly seen, Even though they're hardly thought of, They know that someday they will be, Thought of, honoured and loved. So take an inspiration from stars, Show your true essence, Continue to shimmer, ignore the darkness, Because one day it'll fear your presence.