Friendship blooms

Friendship is a bloom

That does not grow in soil,

But it blooms in your life.

Like my aunt whom I called Granny.

When a person is alive you never think about the day he/she will expire…

But when he/she is not in the world

You think that when she will open her eyes and blink them

And walk…

But after this our friendship does not ends,

It will last forever.

 

                         Anya Mishra

 

 

Eyes and Stars

Eyes and stars are always blinking

We see them everywhere,

Eyes gives sight and stars give light

This is the difference

Stars are huge, eyes are small

Equation is equal

 

One star is equal to 2 lakh and more

eyes but eyes is equal to No star

 

Wow! Wonderful!

                                                                                                  Anya Mishra

Great colour God gives us to sleep

The colour in dark was a great mark

When we did not sleep for a while of a day.

We waited for the night

We said, “When the night comes I shall sleep”.

What a great colour God gave us to sleep.

A relaxing bed, to sleep with a great fluffy cushion

Wow! See the star and the moon

Glittering in the night sky.

 

Anya Mishra

 

Practice is World

Practice, Practice, Practice.

Everything is practice.

Practice of maths, practice of S.St, Practice of science

Is practice is world?

Imagine if you live in practice city. So.

Some people love to do practice,

Some people hate to do practice,

Some people love to force to do practice.

 

Anya Mishra, published on 11 February 2018

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Note: This is my daughter’s poem and I have published it as it was given, no editing. I love the last three lines. I wish that she keeps building on the range and depth she already has and by the time she is a grown up, she will already be a poet. 

Poem (Butiful day)

The wide blue pond,

The light blue sky;

The birds are singing in the sky.

The children are swinging in the park.

The sound relaxing under a tree is,

Twi-Twi-Twi

The birds are making a cute pretty nest.

What a butiful day for a party

Some people come for picnic,

And some for playing.

What a butiful day for joy!

 

 19 November 2017

Anya Mishra

 

Note: This is my daughter’s poem and the spelling of beautiful has been copied from the original where it always came without the ‘ea’ part! I liked the flow of the first three lines and also the way she constructed Nature that she seldom gets exposed to. I felt proud of her but I have seen so much of plagiarism from other poets and writers, I googled her best lines and also asked her mother about her past exposure to poems in her books etc. When I was satisfied about the originality of the content I published it here. She actually wanted to be published and to be famous. Probably she got it from me: the need to get published and the wish to be famous. May her wishes be fulfilled! I say Amen to that.