The hatchling and me

A turtle-hatchling  was all alone,

Beneath the sky, below the moon.

She had no hope finding her way

Till there came the sun’s ray.

Oh! so much scared was she

‘Cause nothing she could see.

In the cool pale moonlight

Not a thing  there was bright.

Her sorrow I really felt,

My heart  did easily melt.

I did a thing that was right

To make her safe that night.

I led her to the home- the sea

And I knew she’d be in glee.

As I sat back watching her track

She expressed a ‘thanks’ turning back!

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Inspired by the green turtle hatchlings I saw at Ras al Jinz.

 http://www.rasaljinz-turtlereserve.com

If I become the 'Head Girl'

If I become the 'Head Girl'
I'll give each one of you a pearl.

I'll make it rain chocolates galore
And I don't think you'll have to buy much more.

I'll flood you with icecreams from head to toe
And I think you'll have to duck a little low.

I'll give you tons of things you never knew much
But I'm afraid you'll eat too much.

So, even if I don't become the 'Head Girl'
Keep in mind, I'm a 'Smart Girl'!


( I wrote this for my Head Girl candidate speech.
Everybody gave me a big hand, but nobody voted!
So I lost, but I became the class prefect !)

Mother's Love

One cold Tuesday morning
My mom woke me up wishing "Good Morning".
Look out of the window,said she
When I did,Oh! I couldn't believe my eyes.
A flock of sheep grazing ,led by two shepherd boys
Never in my life had I seen such a wonderful sight.
Let's go down to see them,said she
Oh! yes Oh! yes replied I.

We went down and saw them.
There were big ones and small ones, everyone furry.
Were they scared seeing us?
May be, because they ran here and there.
All but one little lamb ran away.
Did she stay for fun? wondered I.
But all at once I saw a big sheep
Coming near her calling out "Baa,Baa"
Ah! it's her mother ,thought I,
Telling her,"Oh my child don't be lost in your thoughts"!
She ran towards her baby as fast as she can
And took her soon away from us.

At that moment realised I
Mother's love is the strongest thing in the world,
Which helps us lead the path of life
Without any big mistakes!

( For my Amma on Mother's day)

The One I Admire...

The one I admire and admire the most
Is my wonderful class teacher.

She's sweet as a parrot
And beautiful as a rose!
She sings so well
Just like a happy nightingale!

When I am in a very bad mood
I just think about her.
And the musical voice and glowing smile
Makes me feel good.

When it comes to studies,
I know I've to use my wits.
But my class teacher makes it easier
To study any hard lesson.

As the year comes to an end,
I know am going to miss her
And I really wish,
She'll teach me next year too.

I admire and love my class teacher
And I'm sure she loves me too..

( This poem is for my beloved Bindu Madam..I wish she'll teach me Malayalam next year too...)

START CONSERVING

Hey, just take a look at the good old times,
When there were trees and rivers all around,
With nature as pleasant as it can be,
With peace all around.

Now, just watch the world today,
With polluted rivers and garbage dumped everywhere,
Oh! we human beings are spoiling mother nature,
By cutting trees and leaving birds homeless.

So let us start conserving nature!
Stop cutting trees and polluting the rivers.
Don't keep it to yourself, tell others too.
It's never too late,try to do it right now!


(Hi friends.. I am back!!This poem was written some time back, but I forgot to post it here)

I really wish...

I really wish I were a grown up!

If I were a grown up,
I would have gone on journeys across the world
Filling my head with knowledge.

If I were a grown up,
I would have been a writer
Winning kids' hearts through my books.

If I were a grown up,
I would have been a performer
Entertaining half a country, at least.

If I were a grown up
I would have been a journalist
Reporting from every corner of the globe.

If I were a grown up,
I would have been a pilot
Flying people to their destinations.

If I were a grown up,
I would have been an astronaut
Travelling to the moon often, just for fun.

But it's sad to know that
Only because I'm a kid
I cannot do any of these.

So,I really wish I were a grown up!

(I wrote this poem based on the topic given by Times of Oman-"If I were a grown up".
It was published on 17.11.11)

My Cute Puffy

I have a cat named Puffy,
She is very fluffy.
I love her so much,
Especially her soft touch.
Her favourite colour is blue,
And she always plays with glue.
She likes to eat
Very tasty meat.
No dogs come to catch her,
It's because of her "purr".
Her skin colour is brown,
I once bought her a gown.
She is really sweet,
And very less neat!*

*She always plays in the mud and is very dirty.

(Hi friends, I am back with a new poem.Sorry for being late. It was all 'cos of the heavy school works!)

I Love My Crazy Sister

I love my crazy sister,
She can face a monster.
Anyone who comes in her way,
Will get caterpillars in their hay.**
When she's angry, she's red,
She loves to eat cheese and bread.
She is very crazy,
But not at all lazy.
She makes the bed and cleans the house,
Acting like a squealing mouse.
And she is so funny
Just like a bunny.
She is really cute
And never remains mute.
She complains-"party dresses itch"
And doesn't like to be rich.
I'll tell you she is smart
And really good at heart!

**They are sure to get into trouble!

(I missed school today as I was down with fever.So I thought of writing a poem about my sister.She's really crazy, but very intelligent and smart.She's very studious and hardworking too..I am posting a cute picture drawn by her in MSpaint..)

Pink Blossom

My favourite doll is 'Pink Blossom',
She is really cute and awesome.
I always catch her glimpses,
She's sure to be a princess.
I say she's so beautiful,
May be more than wonderful.
I wish I knew magic,
To make her more fantastic.
I know she likes to have a berry,
And be always nice and merry.
I'm afraid I have other toys,
But she's the one who makes my joys.
I go to the window and when I lean,
I see people out there,eager to see my lovely queen!


(I wrote this poem about my favourite lovely little Barbie doll whom I call Pink Blossom- 18th Aug 2011)

Stop being selfish

We must help, we must help,
We must help the suffering people.
Stop being selfish,
Stop being greedy.
Start helping those
Who're dying with hunger.
And please don't follow those,
Who are being really mean.
Big or small-we must help
To make this world a worthy place.
Help the poor and needy,
Stop the bad and greedy.
Help the children
Who don't even have water- a drop
Help them survive
And stop them from starving to death.

We must help,we must help,
Help,help in every way
And make this earth a paradise
A better place for mankind!

(This poem was written based on the topic 'We Must Help' given by Thursday weekly of Times of Oman. It was published in the weekly on 11/08/11.
But I like to write on my own than based on given topics.)

My Sweet Dad

My dad is so humble,
None can make him tumble.

He's so sweet,
A real 'Happy Feet'.

Always in front of the 'PC',
Never switches off the 'AC'.

Indeed a great lad,
Not at all bad.

In no time helps the needy,
And not a little greedy.

Really an awesome man,
I am his great fan!


(I wrote this poem about my dear Achan who's really adorable, amazing , lovely, handsome and what not?-11/08/11)

(This poem was published in Times of Oman Thursday Magazine on 13.10.11)

My Tiny Cutie Pencils

I love tiny cutie pencils
They are so small and sweet!
I keep them safe all the time.
If I lose one I get sad,
And if I gain one I get happy.
I think they are magical
'Cause they make my writing 'fantastical'.
I adore them very much
And I believe they adore me too!

(I really have a collection of tiny pencils and they make my handwriting look better than the longer ones!!!- 04/08/11)

The Wonderful World

The world,the wonderful world!
It looks so bright and green.
As birds fly around merrily,
As bees move around joyfully,
As fishes swim about happily,
I see a beautiful fleck of nature,
With the sky just above
And the little dark woods all around!

(19thJuly 2011)

The Lovely Moon

The moon,the lovely moon!
It's as white as snow,
As round as a ball,
And as beautiful as a rose.
The changing shapes and lovely colours
Make it look like a flower.
Oh!I love the moon
And wish I was sailing in the sky,
Touching the moon as I pass by.

(12th July2011)

One,Two,Three

One, two, three

Father got a pea.

He ate the pea 

And went home free!

(I made it like inky-pinky for games, but Amma called it a nursery rhyme)