What is pink? A rose is pink. Blooming before we blink. What is red? Tomatoes are red. With a crown on their head. What is blue? The sky is blue. Where the clouds float theu’. What is white? A swan is white. Sailing in the light. What is yellow? Mangoes are yellow. Rich and ripe and mellow. What is green? …

Daddy lifts me; Up to the Ceiling. Daddy swings me; Down to the floor. Daddy! Daddy! More! More! MORE! Up to the ceiling; Down to the floor. ∼ Sanjay Ahluwalia

I lived in a funny town Where everything was upside down! The birds walked and the humans flew Where the trees were totally blue! Trees talked and laughed a lot They stole each other’s fruit and fought The bear was gentle, kind and sweet He never ever ate raw meat! Fishes went to school in a pool Where a frog …

Two little dicky birds, Sitting on the wall. One named Peter, One named Paul. Fly away Peter, Fly away Paul. Come back Peter, Come back Paul. ∼ Sanjay Ahluwalia

आजकल शहरों में बढ़ते हुए प्रदूषण, शोरगुल, भीड़-भाड़, तनाव इत्यादि से थोड़ी राहत पाने के लिए शहरी लोगों में सप्ताहांत की छुट्टियां मनाने शहर के आस-पास के फार्म हाउस अर्थात् देहाती रिसोर्ट में जाने का प्रचलन बहुत बढ़ता जा रहा है जहां खेलने-कूदने, तैरने, खाने-पीने व मौज मस्ती की सभी आधुनिक सुख-सुविधाएं उपलब्ध रहती हैं। यदि फार्म हाउस का निर्माण …

You’iv seen me, Through rough times, And tedious paths. You’iv loved me, No matter how little time I gave you, And how little attention I paid. You’iv seen me, Cope with difficult tasks, And accomplish great triumphs. You’iv cared for me, Even though I was utter rude, And arrogantly harsh. You’iv seen me, Cry for the lost battles, And broken …

Three blind mice, see how they run! They all ran after the farmer’s wife, Who cut off their tails with a carving knife, Did you ever see such a thing in your life, As three blind mice? ∼ Khushbu Nanavati

The doorbell rang, My intuition said it was you, Only I know how long I awaited to see you. I took a deep breath, And thought about all that I wanted to say you, I wanted you to know how much I missed you. A lot many things happened after you left, I cried like the falling rain, And my …

∼ Khushbu Nanavati

This little pig went to market, This little pig stayed at home, This little pig had roast beef, This little pig had none, And this little pig cried, Wee-wee-wee, I can’t find my way home.