Mo Willems should read this newest tale about his Elephant and Piggie!
Shared by Deepa Naveen May be Two years back….one of the proud school in Chennai where all felt admission is impossible!!! To get UKG admission for my friend’s daughter I too went there. For that admission my friend had studied a lot than his daughter . The child could not understand why they
If it’s mine, it will come back. i suppose we should attribute all anxieties to the increase in channels of communication. when one channel gets blocked, there is’nt a moment to waste to check out the others. why the flutter to check the phone for missed calls, messages and mails ..that too frequently. When postal
I have been waiting to do some indoor gardening……. this little (b) rat wants to nibble off the leaves, or would pour so much water that the poor plant will suffocate and drown…and then keep it in sunlight to dry and finally perish…the new craze is to feed Fluffy, the rabbit, a community member. the
Balvihar April 2018 I love stargazing…makes me feel so alive – a part of the spectacular universe. Why? Prolly the easiest thing to do; spending nothing else but time and receiving so much in return. I remember I have been doing it since my childhood days…… transporting myself to another world that I claim to be
Golden are those moments You spend with nature You can think of nothing else You can’t hear the church bells You will see only the greatness Of all that brings you happiness The cool breeze over the trees Keeps saying – “Be with me please” The sunshine and the skies so blue Are always there,
You were my inspiration, you were my all Like you, I can find no other pal. You filled my heart with happiness Even thinking of you gives me so much peace It still mystifies me – ‘ Why should you leave? You – who were my very own. When my inner voice asks- ‘ Will
Hand in hand we walked together Among leaves none bothered to gather The trees stood bare on either side Those nests they now did not hide. Here and there a chirp was heard The call of an unseen bird. The moon came out with its silver rays Making us want to go into space Closing
In our land hidden are many Hands that work hard for a penny Hands at the loom all day and night Weaving a mile long carpet bright Hands forced to work by heartless kicks Hands hurt by hot tongs and bricks Hands that are by bonds held tight Hands wishing their future was all right
The autumn wind blew noisily Over the big, strong tree The dancing leaf let go its hold It wanted to see the sea Down it came sailing thro’the wind And landed on the river That ran beneath the big, strong tree. The leaf was filled with glee It was going to see the
I stood on the roof top A bright sunny day I saw them in the far blue space Those flocks of sheep One pushing the other Wait! I said Why the haste? Came back the reply – It’s the wind you see Taking us along To new lands For us to g(r) aze.
I opened my eyes to find myself In a long corridor – the world. At the end of it, I saw Something shining bright Was it what they called the sun? How lovely? Could I touch it? My merry little laugh echoed And I – the infant, was scared. I slowly crawled forward – me,
From the moment I was born till years twenty I was the doted The apple of your eye. The sun still shines and the stars do too But the light of my life – Where have you gone to? The hand that held me through the way Filling it with roses, taking away the thorns
Caps on stalks stout or lean Red, white and brown, but never green On the wall, wood or soil damp Alone or in a group they camp. Oft picked up by a tiny tot They brighten up a garden pot For toads to sit down and muse, A shelter they never refuse Those caps on