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What I saw at the Zoo
In a school trip I went to the zoo On a day with grass green and skies blue I saw fabulous creatures With my friends and my teachers So I'd better tell you 'bout them too I saw some huge snakes at the zoo Not just one, there were twenty-two! We all had lots of fun Trying to see every one But in most, there was too long a cue! I saw Morgan horses in a stable Of which I'd heard in many a fable For moving around they had space And trot in a slow pace But to gallop, they simply were unable! I saw reptiles of every kind Which were in the world precious to find When we squealed in surprise They would glance with squinted eyes As if to give us a piece of their mind! I saw elephants, big and bold Some young, and some enormously old When they spotted us, they bowed And bellowed out loud They were great animals to behold There was an arrogant creeper A cunning, mischief-seeker The flabby, huge man Who could roar like lions can Was the interprid zoo-keeper!- Shubhi
The Lost Pen
I was checking all my homework One fine sunday afternoon To check if it's neat, and all complete To be submitted soon Aha!I found a pending one! An article on vertebrae Tommorow it's due! No time to loose! This had to be done straigtaway! For important assignments like these I had the most elegant pen With embroidered white hems, encrusted with gems With not just one color, but ten! I had kept this salient pen In perfect tend and care But when I see-Good gracious me! It simply wasn't there! I look up and down and left and right And round and round and round I try to see, where could it be? But it was nowhere to be found! Alas, now what could I do? I was stuck in such a puddle. My precious pen, come back again And save me from this muddle. A temper was overcoming me I knocked down a book pile in vain From a tome in the mount, guess what rolled out! My lost, spectacular pen!- Shubhi
Happy Teachers Day
School is a place where we study
And make our wrong answers right
But oh! Listen hard everybody
Who helped us be so bright
The answer is teachers, don't you see
We learnt to spell 'cats' then 'writes'
As we grew, harder lessons came to you and me
Such as reciprocals and binary bytes
Now I'm not referring scholastic teachers again
I'm talking 'bout our parents, you see
Who else taught us to count "8, 9 and 10
Or to remember the 'A B C'
Some people even teach me accidently
like to not drop trash on the floor
Some people teach me on N.E.W.S and T.V
Like to never be greedy for more
All the teachers I told you about
Who taught me things big or small
For all them this I am going to shout-
"Happy teachers day to the teachers, them all"
- Shubhi
Courage of the Little Girl
There was a little girl Who had a pet kitty How much they loved each other And how they lived in glee One day, the girl and kitty-cat Were sitting on a log A rustling sound came from a bush And came a ferocious dog! The girl tried to soothe the kitty But the poor thing was in a fright It crawled inside a burrow And held on with all her might! The girls had to get her kitty back But there was a wall to break The burrow looked like a serpent's one And the girl was scared of snakes! The girl dearly adored her kitty So she had to keep courage She had to be more bold and brave And make her fear budge She approached the burrow, fully prepared To fight her dreadful fear But out jumoed her little kitty With a family of bunnies near! The little girl gave a hearty laugh She found herself in impugne If you stay with courage A disaster may become a boon!- Shubhi
I'm Bored!
On every single weekend I get ever so boringly bored! So I get up and wander about To see where things to do are stored. I look for a book to read But all of them are enjoyed and read! I look for a plant to water But all of them are happy and fed! I check if my friend is free to play But oh! She had caught the flu! I check for her little sister But alas, she was very sick too. I took a paper for something to draw But no inspiration was in mind I thought of organizing my room But that would make it harder for things to find! I sit for hours and hours Thinking, as all my thoughts grew So yes! Whenever I'm bored My time goes in thinking what to do!- Shubhi
How to find a Perfect Gift
First, get to know the special person All about her everyday needs Some say 'find out what they like What makes them laugh like a psych But I say, find out their needs Once you've found out that wondrous thing It's time to decorate! Use their favourite color (But don't make it duller) Your love for that person is at stake! Now it's time for te cover, the wrapping It's what makes the present unique Write a cheerful and motivating message Along with the adress And make it look posh and chic Finally, time for delivery Though don't give it hand-to-hand Put it in the postbox awhile The next time you meet, give a dazzling smile It's he best you could have ever planned!- Shubhi
Stargazing
My family sits out On a friendly, full-moon night We watch the moon and the Stars shining bright We try to spot some planets And some constellations too We had lots of fun under the sky As the darkness eventually grew I had found the Big Dipper The Orion too, was there But what I wanted to find Was the enormous Great Bear The Big Dipper was it's tail The rest was hiding in the twilight Oh, where were it's feet and face They were simply out of sight! But as I looked again The stars seemed to float away How would i find them if they jumbled about Why wouldn't they patiently stay! "Wow!" says my mother, "I've found the Great Bear! I've found it, it all fits in one!" 'How could she', I think, searching frantically "While that bear is on the run!" "Mom, can you please help me?" I said As the sky was turning grey "Of course" she says, and smiles at me And then she starts to say "Over there is his tremendous tail Then that will be the nose Under the face are his strong legs And that crowded cluster, his toes Those sparkiling stars, next to the nose Are his bright and cunning eyes His treacherous mouth, his scaly teeth Quickly see them, before they rise!" That was true, the gigantic beast Was going west in the sky As it kept on slowly travelling I waved it a good-bye To myslef I made a mental note On every full-moon date I would seek the legendary Great Bear Oh boy, I just can't wait!- Shubhi
My Storybook
When I am fretfully bored
Or when of happiness I'm a lord
Nothing is better than a look
Into my magical storybook
It transports me into another world
While my brain is speedily whirled and swirled
I disappear from my comfy chair
And where I am, who knows where!
I see a mighty dragon or two
A castle with a breathtaking view
A kettle shrieking loud with glee
With a queerly aromatic tea
I see skies and seas that aren't blue
But of every imaginable hue
I see jewels with such a splendid sheen
They are expensive even for a great queen
I feel so tranquil and calm
That this world is in reach of my palm
A new world, or a new age
Depends just on a mere little page!
From mighty Hogwarts, Or a Doctor Who
To Narnia's tremendous crew
Frodo Baggins, or the jolly Took
Are all inside a storybook!
From Peter Rabbit, for little kids
To potions boiling inside cauldron's lids
From Cinderella with her elegant dress
To Matilda, Pip,The Drews and Bess
A favourite, The Gruffalo
Young Juliet and Romeo
From Charlotte's Web to BFGs
From Doctor Seuss to Greg's Diary
They make my worries wash away
And cheer my mood from day to day
Just seeing the words puts a glint in my eyes
As i take no notice of sunset or sunrise
I never have to wonder what to do
And once again (as it's ever so true)
Nothing is better than a look
Into my magical storybook.
-Shubhi
Flying a Kite
One day, a Sunday morning I go with my friends to the park A fabulous kite was lying there Without a label or mark We all decided to fly it Take turns, one by one How hard could it possibly be? All that kites are, is fun! But oh! The stubborn, wretched kite Just simply wouldn't fly! It would float down and touch the ground No matter how hard we tried An idea reached my friends mine We all(foolishly)rushed indoors One would stand on the table with the kite And one with the thread from the floor The friend of mine pushed the kite high And it had caught the air! But it floated out of the door So we scuttled away from there But where could the kite be now? Oh no! It was stuck on the roof! Poor thing, confused between wind and the tangle Oh boy, we had been such a goof! Snap! The thread now broke in two The kite sailed away, up high "Well now" I sulked miserably "The kite can truly fly!"- Shubhi
How to Cook
I put on an apron, and a cooking toque And wash my eager hands I would cook a divinely magical meal If I followed my creative plans I washed some fresh vegetables And kept them all aside Then peeked into the highest shelf Where my secret ingredient lied I took a pot of boiling water And reached for pepper and salt I jumped to cupboards and larders Doing tricks and somersaults I chopped up all the vegetables And added them in the mix I sprinkled up some spices Thinking "how slow the clock ticks!" But oh! I had over-cooked it! And ruined was the brew! The eagerly waiting porcelain plate Was shattered, my spirits too I tasted the dilapated stew And yes, it tasted queer I looked into my bizzarre brain An idea was waiting for me here! Even I can't remember What that little thing told me to do I made beautiful figures with dough And inside them, stuffed the stew I sprinkled something crispy And poured on something sweet I added a slice of laughter Into this wondrous treat I put in a cup of love And three full cups of joy A tiny pich of wisdom For every girl and boy Several pieces of calmness And a few handfuls of beauty A quart of hardwork and passion And a spoonful on bravery I put it in the oven (though my timing wasn't stern) As I put it on the serving plate My last hope is it didn't burn!- Shubhi
Haeloo the Cat
Haeloo the cat Was tremendously fat She always slept and sat On a dirty grey mat Her whiskers were so long She wore them in a plait She scared dogs to death But never a rat She sometimes was so clumsy And as blind as a bat But was mostly so clever That cunning old cat One day, that Haeloo Wanted to chew my shoe When we refused, her temper grew Across the city, she ran (rather flew) And inside our house She gathered a whole cat crew They tore all my homework And at the papers blew They floated out of the window And away they flew When I told my teacher She thought it was an excuse! One day, goodness me She started moaning at me She would bite my knee And on the carpet, pee She said she was bored And wanted to be free She went to the backyard And chased a speedy bee The bee whizzed for miles The cat too, in glee And where Haeloo is know Neither you know, nor me!- Shubhi
The Prince's Obsession
There was once a mighty queen Who ruled great Fila'Galoon With her was her little son Who liked nothing but a red balloon! He would stroll around the garden To his balloon, singing a tune He would clutch at the string of his dear toy Even while eating luch at noon. One day, the royal family Was watching the stars at night The prince was there, with his balloon Sailing around like a kite. The boy's attention was on A star, glowing white And the balloon drifted from his hands Before he caught the sight! The queen gasped quite abruptly The heartbroken prince gasped too As he watched his dearly adored toy Sail into the sky, deep blue. Of course, the shattered little child Didn't know what to do He cried and moaned and wailed and weeped Saying, "Bring back my balloon!" The queen was thinking carefully Scratching her elegant head She approached the little boy And smiled at him and said, "Let's get you a brand new toy!" The prince, to a room she led Which stored every type of toy From all the land she lead! She showed him a bouncy ball She showed him a fluffy doe She showed him lots of board games And a train going to and fro She showed him all the possible toys A mighty queen could know But all the obstinate prince would say Is, "I don't want them, no!" She showed him a rocking horse She showed him lots of cars She showed him tops and hoola-hoops Skipping ropes, and of marbles, jars! She showed him an electric cat That would walk and talk for hours But to them all, the boy refused He wanted his balloon, now near stars! The queen was thinking miserably Till the next afternoon When, the duke came up, to the queen's Mesmerizing room He bowed and said,"Your Majesty, Why don't we just assume That the young prince would want Another red balloon!" The queen took a new red balloon And gave it to the boy He smiled ever so sweetly Not at the queen, but at his toy! He seemed extremely happy As fullfilled was his ploy And once again, Fila'Galoon Was in prosperity, peace and joy.- Shubhi
Things on my Desk
An eraser, a pencil, An empty utensil. A coin, some gum, A drawing of my mum. A laptop, a plug, A large white mug. A half-eaten lolly, A bracelet from Molly. Some pens and felt-tips, Some beads and paper clips. My lip balm, my hair-ties, My origami butterflies. The old ticket of a fair, (What is that doing there?) A headphone, an earphone, A webcam, a smartphone. A teddy to cuddle, A watery puddle. A candy wrapper and a bee, The arms and head of a lazy me.- Shubhi
There's a Picture on the Wall
There’s a picture on the wall The strangest, weirdest thing of all What is that, just what could it be It’s just not understandable to me It could be something abstract, Abstruse or arcane It looks like a blather With a bit of insane It could be a landscape Or framed patchwork quilt Or maybe a masterpiece Where the paint had spilt It could be Rococo Surrealism with a twist Or maybe Fauvism By an angry artist It could be watercolour Warhol Or Ralph Steadman art Or maybe still life Of a unicorn fart It could be a picture Of a vivid storm at sea Or maybe just a Ruined portrait of me So that’s the picture on the wall Still the most perplexing thing of all I’ve no idea what it is, or could be If you can perceive it, please tell me!- Shubhi
Where do Teachers go?
It’s a very puzzling puzzle Something you would never know After the long school hours finish Where do the teachers go? The cat never comes out of the bag The beans are never spilt Even Sherlock Holmes can’t find it out (His one and only guilt) Do they do some artwork? Do they go in the park to play? Do they learn taekwondo? They’ll never tell or say! Do they watch movies on TV? Do they clear they cupboard mess? Do they have tea parties with teddy bears? They’ll never let you even guess! Do they read some magazines? Do they have a mischief-crew? Do they play video games? They’ll never leave a clue! Do they do some exercise? Do they wash dishes in the sink? Do they frolic with other teachers? They’ll never let you even think! It’s baffling how strange it is And how much the tales get tall About our tidy teacher’s lives Outside the school walls. So once again, you’ll never know What your teacher does or where she goes. To you she may be strict or sweet But after school... no one knows- Shubhi
The Very big Family
There's Mum and Dad And Ryan, Rose and Hannah. There's Abigail, Angelica And baby Savannah. Mrs Milly, the gran And Nancy, the cook. And Grandpa Joe, Always reading a book, There's Uncle Ross and Auntie Grace And Uncle Tony and Aunt Rita. Then the cousins: Jake, Alessia Sam and John and Peter. There's the gardener, Alexander The maids: Annie, Jane and Alice Their cat who's almost a tiger And their dog, full of malice There are a hundred pigeons in their trees And umpteen beavers in the pool There’s a great wildlife in the jungle-like grass And spiders in the box of tools There are cockroaches living on the sofa And stick-insects on the rug There's a village of ants on the floor And in every mug, there's a bug And on every human head There's a mighty population. nits and lice and dandruff and dirt It's where they go on vacation. The cupboards and shelves and drawers Are metropolitan cities. Where the citizens never sleep Busy moths and beetles and bees. Though from a distance, this country can seem An ordinary house Just, every now and then Getting a visit from a fly or mouse. But now, you very well know (And very well agree) That with members in gazillions It's a very big family.- Shubhi
The Dog ate my Homework
Last night, my homework Was checked and packed. Nothing was pending, Nothing lacked. I felt nice and proud And whooped with a leap. I jumped into bed For a good night sleep. But today, at school I am in such a fright! My homework’s not there Like it was last night! Oh, how could this happen? Was it stolen by criminals? Was it shredded, splintered, shattered, smashed Or destroyed by insane animals? Oh gosh, any minute now I would get a severe reprimand. I’d be laughed at for months, or even years Until laughing would get a ban. There was only one thing I could do An excuse could be cooked up by me. A brilliant mischievous one Making people feel sympathy. A dragon brunt it? No, that’s way too wild! I spilled my tea on it? No, I’m not a clumsy child. I just can’t find it. Perfect! No, Sam always says that! I forgot to put it in my bag? Seem like an excuse, oh drat! My blue pen had finished? No, it full to the brink! The dog ate my homework? Oh no, too common, think! Suddenly the teacher came over With a steel glint in her eye. She didn’t receive my homework And was plainly asking why. “I.. the dog ate it” Very quickly, the words came out Oh, no, no, no why couldn’t I Control my stupid mouth! The teacher took a deep breath And heaved a little sigh. She largened her large black eyes And tensely, so did I. I felt like a piece of failure I felt like it was the end. Now there would never be a way My reputation could mend. Bam! Everything was pitch black And bruised was my knee. I had fallen out of bed And it was night time, half past three! It had all been a dream. But I scratched my hair I went and checked my school bag And.. my homework wasn’t there.- Shubhi
Love and War
They say, "All's fair in love and war" Why they say it, who knows what for! Love and war are never fair And yet, they're not against any lore. It's fair for those Who raise swords and bows And shatter inner peace It's fair for those Who everyone still knows As destroyers of harmony. We say. "Let's play the tug of war" But I say, "Let's play hug of war" Even when we enjoy a game We think of who will win, what for! Instead of tugs Let's play in hugs And smiles like queens and kings Where all enjoy and none annoy And everybody wins.- Shubhi
The Gift
Many a time Many a day Weird things happen And come in your way. But never before Never a day Did something weird happen As weird as today. ‘Twas a normal day As normal as can be Until on my desk I found a gift, labelled for me! It was a weird kind of box Oddly cylindrical I wondered who could do Something quite this eccentrical. I shrugged to myself And opened the box And it was..full of nothing! (Ignore the paradox) And if anything at all It was full of thin air But, “Oh, well” I thought “At least the box was still there!”- Shubhi
The New Kid
I’m trying to be noticed Trying to be cool Ugh, I hate when I’m the new kid at school. I wonder if someone Would come and say hi I’m not at all quiet I’m not really shy In my old school I knew everything to know I knew who to be friends with I knew where to go But here I’m a stranger I don’t know what to do Will someone say hi? Will someone? Will you?- Shubhi
Gabby got New Glasses
Gabby was troubled She whispered to me She complained that she was Having trouble to see. She cannot see the whiteboard! She does homework shabbily! She takes time to read the chapters! She takes time to recognise me! She told her mom after school that Her eyes are blurrier than they were Now on Monday when I see her It’s going to be glasses for her. Now she can see all the smiles When she walks into class Now she’s brand-new With two pieces of glass.- Shubhi
The Party
There’s Chloe, there’s Mia There’s Zoe and Michelle. There’s my best friend mingling There’s me, just lingering. There’s Jake, uninvited There’s Blake, though we fighted. There’s Clara, who’s late There’s Zara, who forgot the date. There’s Lilly, who’s sleepy There’s Millie, who’s weepy. There’s Randy, hiding at the back There’s Andy, here for a snack. There’s Abby, there’s Belle There’s Gabby and Michelle. There’s my best friend mingling There’s me, just lingering.- Shubhi
The Night Before the Exam
Trying to ignore my ever-pounding fears Trying to ignore my gallons of tears Into my worn-out textbook I peer Because my history exam was near! Into my Bible, I open the gate Trying to remember the Maratha’s fate Trying to remember important dates Because tomorrow, my history exam awaits! The letters dance across my page I yawn and stretch, full of empty rage At the dull doings of a long dead sage While I try to be grateful of my cage. Thick dark circles as my eyes strained Ferocious fingers, why was Bhagat Singh chained? How were Indian industrial workers strained? Why was Bahadur Shah Zafar jailed? As I fall asleep, my dreams were drowned When was Queen Elizabeth the 2nd crowned? I mumbled and overthought all night Worrying if my answers would be right. I pray for God a gazillion times And ask him to forgive all my cynical crimes Mahatma Gandhi’s corpse lies in his grave And left us to study why he was brave!- Shubhi
The Exam
I nonchalantly chant in my sleep, “Wake up early so you can revise”. And abruptly I wake up at 3 am, “Wake up in a few hours so you can revise.” Of course, I wake up way too late To recall everything I know Brushing, combing, having breakfast Are just not important anymore. Mentally going bonkers, I board the bus Where everyone will chatter and sing And once I’m fully awake I realise I do no remember a thing! I try to regain my knowledge I was bursting with last night I fiddle and mutter and read I underline and doodle and write. I get seated in class the next moment The teacher’s distributing fast I have another mental freak-out Not realising it won’t be the last. The next few hours are a series Of rolling eyes and many a distraction Ferocious red eyes, a sleepy mood Disappearance of half the portion. I stretch my tensed shoulders I pray for time to slow As the tiny piece of paper Makes me question all I know. Amidst the depths of confusion I realise all my questions are complete I sigh and shrug and submit my paper As all my friends stare and complain and compete. I walk out of the room and it feels Like a miracle and I almost weep And as soon as I reach home I try to comfort my poor sleep.- Shubhi
The Cat ate my Homework
“I have a ferocious dog And he ate my homework.” I said. But the teacher refused to believe me! She simply shook her head! I wasn’t going to give up on this “You have to believe me, Miss! He took my homework from my bag And tore it into strips!” He added ketchup, salt and pepper While boiling the strips in a pot He poured the noodles in a bowl And had them steaming hot!” “A dog who cooks? A lie!” The teacher had a fit She sent me to the headteacher’s room And that’s where I currently sit. None of what I said was a lie Well, except the tiny fact That I do not have a ferocious dog I have a ferocious cat.- Shubhi