A POEM BY MY KID BROTHER IN CLASS 5............

INDIA-MY MOTHERLAND



india,the land of prosperity,
but b4 the britishers came,it was a golden bird 4 me,
and when the britishers came they led india to poverty,
but when we fought 4 our freedom,they took us in2 their custody,
mahatma gandhi,alone was not able 2 free the country,
but when he got the support of people,
he made the english realize the mistake of their country.

DREAMS UNFULFILLED

I had some dreams, some pretty dreams,
And I had dreamt to give them shape,
And yes they had that needed gleam,
And sure they were true to their name.

I dreamt that I could touch the sun,
So I started to climb a mountain,
I dreamt to quench my soul’s thirst,
So I set to find a fountain.

I dreamt that I could touch the stars,
So I jumped high along the longest length,
I dreamt to hold the running hours,
So I clenched my fist with all my strength.

I dreamt to fly like a bird,
So I spread my hands to feel the air,
I dreamt to have a voice that could be heard,
So I opened wide my noteless neck.

But all these desires,these dreams,these fires,
Of heart and soul and mind,
Were put to death, a sudden death,
And I was forced to leave them behind.

My little dreams, my baby dreams,
Were not even still mature,
But they were thrashed,with deadly means,
All this they did’nt endure.

Oh! There they lied,
Oh! what blood! what mess!
In tattered flesh and moans suppressed,
They cried with pain, but all in vain,
As now they are forever dead.

Badi zalim hain ye palkein,

hasratein banati hain,
sheeshe k sapne sajati hain,
aur,
gham mein jhuk kar toot jati hain

Just cheking

a lil pain ,
a lil pleasure,
a lil heaping up of treasure ,
then no more gazing upon da sun,
all things must end dat have begun.
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like fragrance 4rom a flower,
like minytes 4rom an hour,
like rays from da sun,
like feet 4rom "run",
like wings 4rom da bird,
like a song nevr heard,
u;ve stolen ma heart,
oh wat have u done?
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