Little puddles “splash” as the light rain falls to the ground, Like a wet rainbow shining across the sky all around...
Poems forever
By Sara Teasdale
When I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Tho’ you should lean above me broken-hearted,
I shall not care.
I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful
When rain bends down the bough,
And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
Than you are now.
By Esha Bakht
I was fearless
some time back.
I was very brave,
and everything was a piece of cake.
I had many hardships;
it was not that I had none.
I seldom had problems,
as I never gave heed to them.
The years went by,
and I realised
life is hard when
you no longer see it
as play and fun.
By Maryam Shah
They need a father too,
to protect them,
to feed them.
And a mother too,
to comfort them,
to look after them.
Billions or trillions is not
what they require.
It’s just some soil and water,
love and care.
After all, they have a huge
responsibility
on their feeble branches.
They have to make the population breathe.
If they die, we would die too.
So, let’s be their guard.
By Hania Noman
Oh how the little flowers bloom,
In the midst of the rainy gloom,
Little kids come out to play,
Full of glee, no delay.
Little puddles “splash” as the light rain falls to the ground,
Like a wet rainbow shining across the sky all around.
The sky was finally blue,
A velvet curtain covering the vast view,
The rain went pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
But soon it stopped, all the clatter.
The cool breeze swept through as the trees swayed ahead,
Bringing merry dreams to those tiny heads.
Beautiful butterflies flew above the fresh bushes of berries,
Filling the garden with their majestic aura and stories.
But in a corner,
A hidden door stood in order,
Its frame made of old wood and green leaves as décor.
Its presence was a mystery;
It could not be opened, nor was its history known.
Then came a little bunny,
Her fur soft as a feather in winter.
Her eyes deep blue,
Standing on the grass in the misty hue.
Hopping on the sweet grass,
She made it to the mysterious door at last.
The door felt magical to the little bunny,
For it smelled like delicious honey.
Reaching for the door,
She finally discovered the lore.
Reaching for the door,
She finally discovered the lore.
The kind bunny’s magical touch revealed something mystical.
The wind smelled of sweet candy,
The ground was made of colourful marshmallows,
Like a rainbow of sweets melted into the earth.
The clouds were made of cotton candy,
Fluffy and sugary.
“Click, click, click,” went the magical fairies’ wands,
Flying through the sky in perfect flow.
Such a scene would surely be dreamy;
Nothing could seem more gleamy.
And so it goes,
Good night to those sleepy heads.
Sleep tight in your little beds.
Sweet dreams!
