Poems In English

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.

Easter means that this life on earth is not all there is. Jesus went “to prepare a place for us” in His Father’s heavenly mansions for all eternity. Jesus died for our sins, paying our penalty, so that we could be forgiven. He was resurrected, to prove that death has no hold on those who repent and accept Him as …

These are the things we could talk about for instance; rising prices; inflation; non-availability of food grains, things we could build our theses upon; poor children in the streets, hunger like acid burning down their tongues, our country- green fast disappearing, the morning sun coming out from somewhere among the denuded trees like love betrayed. Other things happened around us; …

In the still of the night, when the moon is high, You can hear the owl’s cry. Too-whit-too-woo; too-whit-too-woo, I wonder who he’s calling? His two big eyes are open wide, As he nodes his head from side to side, He looks so wise and oh! so clever, I’m sure he’ll live for ever and ever. I wonder why he …

I’m Wuzzle, the Wasp. You’re sure to know me! I love to buzz round When you’re having tea. My suit is so smart- All striped black and yellow, And I am, altogether, A very fine fellow! ∼ Porter G., Hilda Offen, Pradera, Esme Eve, Alan Jesset, Richard Hooke

Wilma Wallaby hopped along And burst into a cheery song, In the hot Australian sun She loved to hop and skip and run. An injured bird heard Wilma sing And said, “Please stop, I’ve hurt my wing.” Wilma stopped and, bending down, She picked the bird up off the ground, And popped him in her pouch so he Was safe …

Little Willie Winkle Floated on to land, Where he loved to snuggle In the yellow sand. Cocky Mr. Cockle Chuckled nastily: Pushed the Winkle over, Back into the sea. Shrimp came to the rescue, Helped the Winkle back, But the Cockle hit him With a mighty whack. Winkle lost his temper, And he got his wish, Crowning wicked Cockle With …