My India
This is my country full of love;
This is my country with peace like dove.
White snow on Everest, so shiny,
Red mountains, willing to blast.
Don’t mind, the pollution fading,
Green trees, holding the base.
Deep space, nothing so big;
Dominant the inside everything.
Satan in people, nowhere around,
Burglar spirit, gone those days.
Oh! Beheading done by mine country;
Let us obeisance our nation.
A little man passed by me,
Not more than 2 inches;
Smiling and smirking waving his hand
As if he was known to me.
He was not a small child,
Neither was he an old man;
He had a red, shiny skin
Reflecting the bright sun rays.
I asked him, “When,
And from where had he come from,”
His quiet reply was,
“Mars”
The never melting ice-cream
Mr Wonka folded his sleeves and set up to work,
An idea stuck in his mind of making raspberry shruck.
Thoughtful Wonka, putting pressure on the cells of his brain,
Started his work fast like he had to catch a train.
Gathering milk, raspberry, cornflour he made,
A never melting ice-cream with its colour red.
Adventures of Manipoland
The place of everyone’s belief,
Eager to see and praise.
Nothing to nag about;
No words for them to say.
The highest peak of the world
Higher than Everest;
With snow covered forts:
Temples and stores,
Mom says,
“That’s what I call a place to visit
The most beautiful and loveliest place,
Snow storms ragging and snowy hills”
Dad asks ,
“Does it have some flora?
Or some cave paintings.”
I say,
“Its done man,
Now lests go and enjoy”
