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Oh! My sweet little flower, You are so loving, You are so charming, You are my sweet little flower. I can see butterflies tickling you, Often honeybees murmuring to you, You look so happy every day, Oh, my sweet little flower. But one thing makes me really sad, It is none other than this, You are not able to retain so long, Oh! My sweet little flower.
By,
Daisy
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This poem is dedicated to all of the soldiers who risk their lives for their country The soldier poem Soldiers with peace and love in their heart They never shed a tear For they do not have any fear They work very hard And bear all the hardships They are very fond Of the bravery bond The sunshine rays Give them bravery ways The are good at math and Never forget a bath Their wives with them Can not bear the giving up lives They tell us that That never be rude Or you shall spoil the person s mood You should read lot of books And learn how your mummy cooks Be like soldiers and defend your nation Because love in heart and peace in mind Make you brave Poem by – Nicky Amar Singh
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This poem is dedicated to all of the soldiers who risk their lives for their country
The soldier poem
Soldiers with peace and love in their heart
They never shed a tear
For they do not have any fear
They work very hard
And bear all the hardships
They are very fond
Of the bravery bond
The sunshine rays
Give them bravery ways
The are good at math and
Never forget a bath
Their wives with them
Can not bear the giving up lives
They tell us that
That never be rude
Or you shall spoil the person s mood
You should read lot of books
And learn how your mummy cooks
Be like soldiers and defend your nation
Because love in heart and peace in mind
Make you brave
Poem by – Nicky Amar Singh
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Counting rhyme for young princess
12 Naughty girls, dancing on their toes
11 Wild swans, white as winter snows
10 Beds of feathers for a REAL princess
9 Silver buttons on golden dress.
8 Tiny mice, stitching tiny stitches
7 Kindly dwarfs, sharing all their riches
6 Lonely years in Rapunzel’ s tower
5 Witch’ s fingers, full of wicked power
4 Twisty pathways[one will lead to glory]
3 Magic wishes in a bedtime story
2 Ugly sisters, angry and alarming
1 Little slipper and one Prince Charming
Written by = Nicky Singh
STD = Four c
Director = Unnati Singh
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How many greens are there in the park?
Can we count them - one by one?
There’s the light, light green of
the tender little grass
I would like this green
For the walls of my house!
There’s the darker green of the older plants
that have flowered for many years
I would like to have them as friends
For the numerous stories they can tell.
And there’s the darkest green of them all
In trees majestic and strong
They hold up the sky and protect the earth
You see, they are the oldest of them all.
They hold the wind in their boughs
Offer homes to all kinds of birds
Call the rains for welcome showers
I would like them to be my guardians.
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Squeaky squirrel is a little sad
His bushy tail is looking bad
Once it was a shiny one
Then someone used it
As a baby’s bottlebrush!
But he likes the baby
So he’s no longer sad
The baby’s mother has
promised him a good bath!
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The mouse in the movie came out of the hole
The cat watching the TV gave a low growl
There were no more mice in the house
She had seen to that
Cartoons are so cruel,
the tabby thought
Why should they make me dream of
the meals I no more have?
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FIERCE FIRE Fierce Fluorescent Fire Listen my desire You look very weak But blaze very quickly Natural source of heat and light You are very beautiful and bright Powerful of all, you are Two faces of your One is pleasant another is destroyer Fierce fluorescent By Suman sourabh New Delhi
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Kappu maharaj, where are you going?
Zoo!
What will you see there?
Bear!
But how will you go?
Car!
And, may I ask with who?
You!
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My name is Little Chick
and I’m a chic chick
For I know every trick
to catch a worm quick!
This morning I caught a worm
It had a lot of charm
Now I am confused -
Do I eat it or not!
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Wish you a very very Happy Father's Day I am glad to be here on this Auspicious Day, There are no words to say How much i love you, Yet I have gathered some But they are very few. My love for you is high in the sky My love for you is deep in the sea, My love for you is hidden in my heart Apart from you nobody else can see. You always make the decisions right To make my future shine and bright. You always gave me the better scope You always showed me the ray of hope, You praise whenever I am right You also scold when I am wrong, And your teachings have made me brave and strong. You made my life a valuable treasure And the love for you I cannot measure, God is in the heaven , people say, And heaven is the place where together we stay. You are great, You are God, I love to worship you more and more. But why have you made your daughter apart Have you forgotten I was your part.
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RECIPE OF BECOMING A STAR
"FOR BECOMING A STAR"
We need 100 spoons of Confidence,
One full jar of 6th Sense,
One full bowl of Strength,
One packet of spicy Common Sense,
Also 100 spoons of Health Fitness,
Ten full jars of Hard Work,
100 spoons of Self-Respect,
Also 100 full jars of Believes in Our Selves,
Ten big pans of Positive Thinking
And lastly 1000 bowls full of Happiness.
Now Roll it and Poll it,
Then mix it and fix it forever
In a big and special utensil known as “Brain”
If you are ready, steady and surely gone,
You have become a “STAR”
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my sister is a cute girl ,her hair has plenty of curls ,her cheeks are so chubby , her smile makes me happy
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KAPPU AND BUZO
Buzo and Kappu played all day
"Come! Come!" Kappu would say
Wagging his tail and swaying his head
Buzo would jump to lick Kappu's leg.
Kappu maharaj was very small
But not scared of Buzo at all
For even when he pulled his ear
There was never any fear.
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FIERCE FIRE
Fierce Fluorescent Fire
Listen my desire
You look very weak
But blaze very quickly
Natural source of heat and light
You are very beautiful and bright
Powerful of all, you are
Two faces of your
One is pleasant another is destroyer
Fierce fluorescent
By
Suman sourabh
New Delhi
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all things bright and beautiful,the creature great and small,all things wise and wonderful,the good God made them all.each little flowers that opens,each little bird that sings,he made their grooving colours,he made their tiny wings.all things bright and beautiful,the creature great and small,all things wise and wonderful the good God made them all.the purple had at mountains,the river running by,the ripe fruits in the country he made them everyone.all things bright and beautiful,the creature great and small.all things wise and wonderful,the good God made them all.
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cypress street
I took a stroll down Cypress Street
The hot sidewalk beneath my feet.
The one thing that stood out the most
Where trees once stood there were lamppost.
I’d never seen so much concrete
No Cypress left on Cypress Street.
According to my Great Aunt Gem
There used to be a lot of them.
They cut them down. They took their wood
A treeless street is plum no good!
Just like a treeless neighborhood
So tell the Mayor next time they meet...
To change the name to Lamppost Street!
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A Sunday is so typical
when Dad is around
The morning starts
With a loud TV sound.
One groan from my sister
and another from me
Doesn't melt his heart
To let us sleep for a minute or three.
Mom tries to catch up
On her wee bit of sleep
For she knows Dad is there
To make a cup of tea.
But once we are all up
It all seems so bright
For that's the only day
When Dad has all the time.
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The Crystal Gazer
I shall gather myself into my self again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.
I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
I Shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent.
Watching the future come and the present go -
And the little shifting pictures of people rushing
In tiny self-importance to and fro.
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AT THE END
He was so old his bones seemed to swim in his skin.
And when I took his hand to feel his pulse
I felt myself drawn in. It was as faint
as the steps of a child
padding across the floor in slippers,
and yet he was smiling.
I could almost hear a river
running beneath his breath.
The water clear and cold and deep.
He was ready and willing to wade on in.
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