Your pain is never conveyed,
But when I am sick
On my bedside you have stayed.
Continue reading Dear Dad – Father’s Day Special Poem Feature
Your pain is never conveyed,
But when I am sick
On my bedside you have stayed.
Continue reading Dear Dad – Father’s Day Special Poem Feature
Books are keys, to wisdom’s treasure,
Books are gates, to lands of pleasure.
Books are paths, that give upward lead,
Books are friends; Come on! Let’s read.
The revolving Earth spoke in a somber voice;
Its resources are diminishing, lost are its joys.
The trees could do so much for you and me,
If only we stop our chopping spree.
The most precious wealth
Is your health!
A healthy you is a better you
Or suffer all illness and flu
I joined a writing workshop,
Where I learnt to join my dots;
And picked the art of writing,
To give wings to my thoughts.
When the roads are covered with beds of snow,
Winter has arrived, everyone should know.
When you see lights and decor,
A big christmas tree and so much more!
This virus is called Corona;
It came from China.
The roads are silent;
Many people can’t go camping in the tent.
We ambled through the forest,
Footsteps quiet as the night;
Shadows haunted the scenery,
As we waited for the light.
The human digestive system is complex;
Though it works with a movement reflex.
The system always in its hands,
Has the alimentary canal and the associated glands.
Mother, Mother you are so precious to me,
You do all the work, I see.
You are so beautiful,
You are always cheerful.