Poem - This my Peace Song

This is my song, O ! God of all the nations,
A song of peace for lands afar and mine.

This is my home, the country where my heart is;
Here are my hopes, my dreams, my holy shrine;

But other hearts in other lands are beating
With hopes and dreams as true and high as mine.
My country's skies are bluer than the ocean,
And sunlight beams on clover-leaf and pine.

But other lands have sunlight too and clover,
And skies are everywhere as blue as mine.
Oh, hear my song, O God of all the nations,
A song of peace for their land and for mine.

My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing.

Land where my forefathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From every mountainside,
A song of peace.

Poem - Number One

NUMBER ONE

One song can spark a moment,

One flower can wake the dream.

One tree can start a forest,

One bird can herald spring.

One smile begins a friendship,

One handclasp lifts a soul.

One star can guide a ship at sea,

One word can frame the goal.

One vote can change a nation,

One sunbeam lights a room

One candle wipes out darkness,

One laugh will conquer gloom.

One step must start each journey.

One word must start each prayer.

One hope will raise our spirits,

One touch can show you care.

One voice can speak with wisdom,

One heart can know what's true,

One life can make a difference,

You see, it's up to you!

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A TECHNIQUE TO IMPROVE YOUR MEMORY

This is one of the popular and oldest methods in memorization. This technique makes use of the fact that we have a natural tendency to remember rhymes and rhythms. The following is a very popular example of application of this technique which almost all school students are familiar with.

"Thirty days haveth September

April, June and November

All the rest have thirty-one

February has twenty-eight alone

Except in leap year, then the time

When Febs days are twenty-nine."

If possible create rhymes like this and it will not only aid in improving your memory but in improving your creativity as well.

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Poem-Tree

A TREE

A tree is not just a tree

With colourful flowers

And leaves green.

But a box of treasure

Which gives us so many gifts.

Its trunk is brown.

Which seems to be wearing

A green-coloured crown.

It is home for many birds

And food for several animals

It is shade for many travellers

And medicine for many patients.

It makes the air clean

And gives out oxygen

So that we can breathe it in.

It provides us with wood

With gum, with food

It also gives us rubber and pepper

And the list goes on, beyond the paper.

Despite so many helps

We humans are being selfish

We kill them which is bad.

We must not repeat this

And stop cutting trees.

Because we are greedy

And have endless desires and needs.

Poem-Summer Season

SUMMER SEASON

Summer season is coming,

Summer season is coming,

With lots of good happenings.

When I see cold drinks,

My mouth starts watering.

We eat and drink cold things,

Like ice-creams and other drinks.

Mostly we wear dresses

The sleeves of which are half of cut

Do you know why?

They don’t make us sweat.

Ok, now I am signing off

For, I am tired of writing

And the sun has stopped shining

Because it is evening.

Poem-Failure

FAILURE

Failure is an ignominious word

It is when you don’t prove your worth

Your kinsmen become your critics

Who remember your failure-related antics

In this hour of distress no one come close

Look for sympathy, out it goes.

The pain that lingers

In the heart full of dreams

Is expected to taper

A good outcome of labour.

Still don’t underestimate yourself, man

Think about your capability

Do what you can,

To succeed in this cut-throat

World of competition.

Let them think what they want

You should not scream and shout

For you have to remain

Calm and composed

Because real winners come

From behind closed doors!

Poem-Nature

NATURE’S GREEN

Green! Green! Green!

What a wonderful scene!

Do not cut that tree

Hope you will agree.

Trees never demand fees,

For their delicious feasts.

Grow many a plant

They really enchant

Have a kitchen garden

Become a ‘green’ captain

Say no to beach litter

As animals feel bitter.

Make our earth clean

Let that be our dream!

Poem-Hope

HOPE

A broken winged bird unable to fly.

Gorvelling in the dust

Trying to reach high.

But failing despite so many tries.

Fluttering, uttering silent cries

Is nobody there for my rescue?

To paint my life with glorious hues

Oh, when will I taste sweet freedom again,

Will I always be bonded in deep pain?

Just how much will you torment me?

Shall I ever be woebegone, never free!

Many a tear have I shed all this long

So often have I sung melancholy songs.

I am weary of this world, this life

Left is nothing but sorrow and strife

Fears and frustations beset my way

No good, kind words does anyone say,

I do not expect

An act of humanity

From any in this world of

Treason and felony,

Though dejected, I am not yet broken,

Deep down, a quiet feeling is lurking,

That some day all is going to be fine,

There will again be a wonderful time.

My faith in God is unfathomable.

And like the heroine of

Some bedtime fable,

I will be the princess one day.

And with the elves

On a flying horse,

To the Heaven I will ride away.

Poem-Ganga

GANGA

She runs across the plains and glaciers

Coming from the deep valleys

And exotic hils.

With unbounded humanity within,

She is the talk of every myth,

And the soul of Indian relics.

A sign of purity in every drop,

Rising and the setting of the sun

She reflects,

Altogether showing the sky down in it,

And the stars twinking in calm water,

And the strength of Indianness.

She never stops for anyone,

But everyone stops to see her,

With unquestioning faith inside,

She plans her odyssey within,

She shines Indian courtesy bright.

Her calmness can stop the time,

Her integrity can bring words

To a mime

Let her trength shine in the sky,

With praises of people

Singing high.

She’s the daughter of the Himalayas,

A lifetime companion

Of the northern plains,

She can either be a fire

Or a friend beside,

Within her lies the wealth of India,

And cries reaching her

Destination (Bay of Bengal),

Like every Indian bride.

Poem-Pollution

POLLUTION MENACE

Everywhere there is pollution,

Isn’t there any solution?

Vehicles leave a lot of dust and smoke

Causing the earth to choke.

Pollution itself in a way

Is increasing day by day.

We humans are responsible

For this pollution.

Hence we should try to find

An ultimate solution.

Poem-Our Future is in our Hand

OUR FUTURE IS IN OUR HANDS

We are the future of tomorrow,

We pledge to help each one

Who is in difficulty or sorrow.

Our duty is to help our nation to improve,

By decreasing pollution

And increasing tree groves.

We must follow the right footsteps,

The ones which lead us

To higher pedestals.

We are the ones on whom

The nation depends.

All of us should live with harmony

And be friends.

Let’s end every discrimination,

As we want to enlighten and improve our nation.

Poem-Nature

NATURE

Beautiful birds, blue sky

Give us the message to fly high

The trees that grow

The croaking of the crow

All are a part of nature

And nature includes all creatures

Humans are special

And this is indeed beneficial

For they can change the world

As they wish

From big trees to tiny fish

If we plant a tree

It gives us oxygen free

Animals are a must

As they help clean the environment

By eating all raw and dust

Nature should be maintained

For its beauty

And each one should realize this duty

Nothing on earth would be

Bad and rash.

Poem-Books

BOOKS

Books gaze, hopefully they glance

From the glass

Of closed shelves

But they are no more for us

As they were before

The knowledge-granting elves!

Evenings which were spent

Sitting with them bent

Now with a screen,

Red, blue or green,

They disappear, die

As time dispassionately flies.

Months now pass away,

Where they are,

They stay

And we pass our night and day

Sitting in front of computers

Feeling gay.

Self talking and sleep walking only

Nowadays amaze,

The untouchables and lonely

Who still hopefully,

Glance and gaze.

But, come on now,

Break the shelves,

Let us together

Free the elves.

No more now,

Think to overwhelm.

Reunite, reopen, reread them.

See their sea, take a swim

Illuminate their torch

For now it is dim.

Poem-Life of an Abandoned Self

LIFE OF AN ABANDONED SELF

Her house was in the wild woods

She sat in here hut

‘A hut?’

No.

Just a roof to protect her head

She sat there.

Spending the rest few days of her life.

Her clothes tattered.

Her eyes, brimming with tears

Spoke of distress.

Her voice faltering.

Her skin chapped.

She had many questions

About her life.

About her past.

About her fate.

Whose answers lay

In the mystery of life.

But there was a question

Which she always asked God.

Why did here own children

Abandon her?

Those children

Whom she gave life

Enduring great pain

Children whom she cradled

In her arms

To whom she taught

The first lessons of their life.

For their sleep

She spent sleepless nights.

Doing what they wished.

Accepting what they liked.

Why?

Why had the writer of destines

Been so unfair to her?

Why have her children left her

To survive on their own

With a fragile body

Which has now worn out.

Through the passage of time.

With no one to speak to

Or to lighten her heart.

No shoulder to rest her head upon.

Can she live a life in serenity?

Would her soul be able to

Rest in peace?

This is perhaps

The story of many mothers

Living the world over,

Who lead a life

Of an abandoned self.

Poem-The World of Children

THE WORLD OF CHILDREN

We are the children

And we do love to play

God specially made us

So that we can make the day

Perfectly bright and gay.

We live to make friends

We like to talk and eat

But our parents want us to be good

So that we don’t lie or cheat.

Oh! What will happen

If we fall in defeat?

But what do we understand?

We live in a world of our own

The world which is happy and cheerful

The world which is truly well-known

The world which is our own.

People celebrate us

In the form of children’s Day

And we children too

Like to stay

That very special day.

Poem-Christmas

CHRISTMAS

Christmas is here

Joy of love is everywhere

Happiness is in the air

Jesus was born today

He taught people the way

To glory and gay

Santa arrives on this day

Delivers presents for children to play

And then he goes away.

During this time of the year

Christmas trees are decorated

Here and there

Christmas cards are sold everywhere

Today is the day to share

A day to love and care

It’s a day so rare

Whether short or tall

Christmas is happy day for all

I wish you all a Merry Christmas.

Poem-Earth

GREEN EARTH

Plant more trees,

To make earth green

They bring rain

And by breathing the fresh air

Faster works our brain.

Plant a tree

To make earth pollution free

They absorb carbon dioxide

Which is poisonous

For the human beings.

Make a green earth

For the whole world

Green trees look fair

And give us fresh air

So plant a tree

To make earth pollution free.

Poem-Nature

NATURE

Tall and shady trees,

Full of lives of humming bees

Pretty and beautiful flowers,

Thundering, drizzling and light showers

Nature is so wonderful to see,

A huge whale or a tiny flea.

Birds flying in the wide open sky

Pigs rolling in the muddy sty

Swift squirrels running everywhere

Trying to find food, in the large fair

Nature is so nice,

Even little mice eating rice.

Little snowflakes falling down,

A blanket of snow all over town

High mountains touching the sky

Colourful butterflies, up, up they fly.

But we are hereto destroy it all

Buildings, shops standing tall

No greenery all around,

Not a tree or a plant to be found

That’s why the animals are rare

If you think about it, its not fair!

So when you want to cut one tree

Just think about a bird or a bee

Nature is so beautiful,

For me and you to see.

Poem-Nature

NATURE – OUR TEACHER

Nature is the best preacher.

It acts like a teacher.

It is a gift given by God.

It is like our Lord.

Tall and green trees,

Always ready to give cool breeze.

Colourful and beautiful flowers

Always ready to give

Fragrance for hours.

The bright and cool moon,

Teachers us keep cool.

Flowing cold water,

Teaches us to move forward,

And never behave like a coward.

Nature gives us so much joy,

But can anyone understand

Nature’s sorrow?

The trees urge to stop cutting them,

The water urges to stop wasting it.

If man would not understand

Nature’s sorrow.

The nature would be destroyed.

Our life is dependent on nature,

So let’s take a pledge

To conserve nature.

Poem-Kashmir

FATE OF KASHMIR

Kashmir, our paradise,

Gives us unlimited joys

The beautiful blooming flowers,

Take away our happy hearts.

The big chinar trees,

The plump red apples,

The sweet fragrance of primroses,

Are the pride of Kashmir.

Oh! Where are the big chinar trees?

Where are the blooming flowers?

Where are the days when we sang

The pride of our bewitching land?

Have they ever felt?

Or will they ever feel?

What our Kashmir has come to,

Owing to the terrorist fleets?

Will the day ever come

When our foe will become our friend?

I hope the day is not far,

When their ways they will mend.

Our Kashmir will be our paradise again,

Giving us unlimited joys,

The flowers will blossom then,

And yes! Disputing nations

Will be friends again.