Poem 102 - Treasure Hunt

One morning puss in boots was putting his clothes on the line

The morning was windy but it was still just fine

A map came from nowhere and hit puss's head lightly

Quickly Puss held the map very tightly

It looked like a very old treasure map

He decided to find out he put on his black cap

He followed the route many friends joined puss

Over the map, all of them made a big fuss

Finally they found out the map was fake

It was when they all fell in the lake

There was really no treasure

There was no gold or silver to measure

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://mellowyellowmonday.blogspot.com/

and - http://childrensverse.blogspot.com/

and - http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com

Poem 101 - The Old Gardener

Once there was an angry and very old gardener

His garden looked better than the field of the farmer

He was infamous for his anger on people who plucked flowers

He would grumble and grumble for almost two hours

But he loved his garden more than anyone

That was the only thing with what he had fun

He always didn't speak too much

But his garden had a special warm touch

He told children "Don't ya' dare to vellicate and pluck the flowers of ma' garden"

The children would tease him and he would immediately be on the run

He would come very close but he couldn't run with his stick

The children were alway saved by the bell, after playing that awful trick

Sad to say that gardener tripped from the stairs and died

Along with his family members even his garden cried

The plants too are rotten, still the garden stands

No one has tried to remove the plants by moving their hands

The garden turned into a creepy dark ground

There the crickets, made the only sound

Don't know why but in that place there is something queer

Something, something that gives everyone some fear

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/

and - http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/

POEM 100 - A milestone achieved

I have reached a milestone

Now a hundred poems I own

To say I've completed a hundred, I lift my bat

Some people congratulate me, others give me a pat

Thanks for all your support

Now that this blog is a hundred poem fort

I thank you for that many a comment

and for the time looking at my blog you spent

Without you I might have never reached this stage

I might have long back stopped this page

So specially I thank each of you

For commenting on the poems - old or new

Thanks for taking time to read

Thanks for helping this page grow from a small seed

I thank all the readers for their encouragement

And their time for reading they have lent

-Gaurang Rao

Thanks everybody for all the comments and encouragement given by each one of you. I might not be able to write for some time as my exams will be starting soon. Special thanks to the people who follow me and comment on my poems and posts. Today after a long time I am writing a poem for a really special reason and that is on reaching 100 poems.

Thanks once again.

Poem 99 - Terrible Cold

Ear Drops trickling down my throat

Sending the ear pain a serious note

Telling it to go very far away from my ear

Telling it that the movers and packers are here

I lied on the bed one ear facing the roof, another to the pillow

Tired of lying, waiting for the tremendous cold to go

I felt the drops going more in and in

It felt like it was touching my inner skin

I knew the drops will take effect at any point

Again me and my ear will be happily joint

My taste buds too had unfortunately stopped having fun

My mother put salt on a lemon and made me lick the lemon

Yes now the pain was going, My taste buds were back

To taste all foods, now my lips did smack

Oh! I am happy the ear pain and all have run off

They have taken away the cold and the terrible cough

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://themethursday.blogspot.com/

and - http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/

and - http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/

Poem 98 - Home - What a Creation!

Oh! My beautiful home thanks for shelter

You block the strong winds that come in winter

Oh! My beautiful home I love it when you are neat

You keep away the scorching summer heat

A home what a beautiful thing

A place where you can dance, where you can sing

A Home providing everything I want

A place where no ghosts can haunt

Homes a beautiful creation, if only everybody had one

The world would be happy, the world would be fun

My home is the place I share my feelings

All Sad, Happy and exciting things

Oh! Thank you home for all you provide

But I hate to lock you when I go for a car ride

But you are a thing that is completely unique

I love you even if your pipes do leak

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

Poem 97 - Final Piece?

A Jigsaw puzzle, one piece seems to be missing

I looked around saw nothing

Well that piece is surely trying to hide

On the bed something I spied

Nope it wasn't the jigsaw puzzle piece unfortunately

Now without that part complete won't be the jigsaw tree

I was tired after looking for that piece, I bit into a juicy pear

But still I couldn't see the piece anywhere

Finally I found the jigsaw figure it was in the laundry basket

A large and a happy sigh of relief I did let

Thank God no more stress finding that piece

Actually it was gifted to me from my mother's niece

The full picture was now complete

The picture looked very neat

My cousin came for a two day stay

I felt happy and showed it to my cousin that day

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://www.threewordwednesday.com/

and - http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

and - http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/

Poem 96 - Tea with monkey

I was sitting outside, the day was becoming dark

I was sitting near the gate, Far away a dog did bark

I was watching the birds as they flew up high

The clouds moved away saying a kind good bye

I was watching the sky, I heard a sound behind me

Oh! It seemed to come from the big apple tree

But nothing, no movement only the wind's hollow sound

Through my head the few memories I remembered went round and round

I heard a noise but this time somebody touched me

I turned and saw a small, lost baby monkey

It seemed to want food, maybe it was hungry

Anyway now it was time for my tea

It sat down at the table touched the teapot

It seemed to like the blue color a lot

It suddenly ran in the middle of tea

Alone in the evening it left me

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://mellowyellowmonday.blogspot.com/

and - http://childrensverse.blogspot.com/

and - http://smilingsally.blogspot.com/

Poem 95 - A Clumsy Morning

To all the Mr. Smiths in the world - Mr. Smith in my poem is a

fictional character and this is not used to hurt anybody's feelings.

The same old Mr. Smith clumsy and silly as before

Thinks somebody is hitting him on the head when he hears a knock on the door

One morning he woke up late, quickly bathed forgetting to put soap

Oh! He should not do things more silly now I hope

But then for office he forgot to put a tie

Without eating his food to his wife he said good bye

He took his son's school bag instead of his laptop

And his car in the middle of two roads he did stop

Not only that he parked it there

Oh! Mr. Smith's behavior nobody can bare

He was late for his meeting once again

Oh! Does Mr. Smith really have something called a brain?

Mr. Smith was surprised to not find his laptop

Because of him the meeting they had to stop

Still Mr. Smith will never understand will he?

But if he will change he will surprise me

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 94 - One heart, breaking two

Two pigeons married and leading a very happy life

One day they decided to go on a picnic - the husband and wife

They reached the spot, decided to play hide and seek

The husband went to hide - He flew to a nearby creek

He hid behind a bush he could be seen only from the back

The pigeon unfortunately didn't see he was in the middle of a hunter's track

Female finished counting she flew here and there

She couldn't find her husband anywhere

What was that in the hunter's cruel hand?

It was a pigeon the wife sadly she did stand

She shed her tears softly, now she was a widow

In this day why did her husband have to go?

She never forgot the day he died

Oh! For years the female pigeon had cried

All because of a silly game that she lost her husband

And of the male pigeon's life that was the end

Parting is really such bitter sorrow

Your love can break even tomorrow

Love is something unpredictable

It might not be forever stable

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/

and - http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/

Poem 93 - Seventh Heaven Walk

I was walking around the town humming a song

What a beautiful day nothing had gone wrong

A peaceful day, birds chirped as they sat in their nest

People smiled they were lazy and were having a rest

I was content with life I walked on

In a lake far away I saw many a swan

I went towards the lake crossed the lilies of the fields

I saw a man lazily sowing some seeds

The lake made a lapping noise quietly

I threw bread at the swans they looked at me

Quickly each grabbed some bread

Oh! What a beautiful morning" I said

I went back humming again

I passed another field full of sugarcane

Sweet fragrances filled the air

Oh with you this morning I will like to share

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 92 - A Dance Competition

I was a judge in the dance competition

Hopefully it was going to be fun

First came a boy doing hip hop

He mixed it with some lock and pop

Doing Break Dance came a woman

Looked like she was leading in the competition

A boy came doing freestyle

The good thing was he always did smile

Many dancers came each better than the other

Some solo and some a group like a child and her mother

They kept entertaining us non stop

Now it was time to see who was at the top

Us judges had a tough time deciding the best

Well now we had the results of the contest

Finally we gave it to a group who did an aerial act

And they had won now this is a fact

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 91 - Evening To Night

It was evening the sun a little dimly it shone

It was setting maybe suddenly feeling alone

Slowly it moved down playing hide and seek with me

It hid behind buildings, It went behind many a tree

The sun now set leaving the sky looking sad

But the moon was there so nothing to feel bad

The moon shone, to Earth it sent it's moonlight

Telling small children 'Go to sleep it is night'

I blinked, yes it was a crescent moon

Wow! A moon at night a sun at noon

The sky was there at any occasion

When times are bad when times are fun

Ah! I saw many a twinkling star

Well, the stars were too very far

I realized the moon and stars looked like a kind of pair

Though I Knew that for each other they didn't care

Nothing more beautiful than looking at the sky

And what i am telling is not a lie

The sky just keeps me entertained around the clock

At evenings, at mornings at any time the sky does rock!

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 90 - Deer's Birthday

In a forest it is a deer's birthday

The deer, my friend has invited me today

Oh! There is pigeon coming with the cake

And there is the crocodile coming from the lake

Don't worry all animals are harmless

This jungle surely God did bless

Of animals there are no deaths and not a fight

To each other every animal is very polite

Oh! Here is the forest party hall

The others seem to be playing football

"Happy Birthday Deer" I said giving her the crystal ring

The Happy Birthday Song after that we did sing

Deer cut the cake making just one wish

We were served food in a new and clean dish

And really Pigeon had made the cake Yummy

That "Gimme more! Gimme more! said my tummy

Finally the party was over, we have to leave

I surely will not forget this exciting eve

I am going now its time to say goodbye

Goodbye deer! Goodbye Pigeon! Goodbye Fly!

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 89 - Family Love

My loving family is very kind

Only they car for others not themselves

Make me feel a happy heart, happy mind

And their extra kindness iss stored in shelves

Not a bit less than god, they love me

Don't even let me have a small nightmare

Don't even let me have to pay their kindness fee

And for each person they have time to spare

Dreams, made true by my loving family

And again you don't have to pay them back

No! the love they give is completely free

Delicate love can be kept in a stack

Make many jokes and keep me happy

Yet they make my studies real fun

Daily evening we have a super tea

Ever my family...I will love a ton

Always they help me in homework and studies

Ready to help me with just anything

Sis, Mom and Dad, they are my best buddies

I get everything I want 'coz the things... they bring

So forever they'll be in my life now

They will never be forgotten by me

Ever, they will provide me with great love

Ready they are for the great mom made tea

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 88 - Another Mother?

Our Mother went to a beauty saloon

She didn't come back too soon

When she came with new look we didn't recognize her

Thought it was some mad and silly stranger

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 87 - Futuristic New World

A Thousand Years in the future, a world full of robots

Now the technology has improved lots and lots

A Flying machine, A Flying Robot and A Flying Home

No need ground internet! No need to download Google chrome!

Everything is transparent, all machines and screens

All people are allowed to drive cars even children and teens

No need of a license to drive a flying car

Even without petrol the cars can go very far

Everything in this world is touch screen

There is not a bit of dirt, the area is fully clean

No need to touch a bit of the brown earthy ground

Even vehicles and loudspeakers don't make too much sound

No servants,only a robot is your maid

And they don't even need to be paid

There is not even one incandescent tube light

The world has little light even at night

Wow! Everything happens on its own

No need to order for an ice cream cone

No need to tie your shoelace

Oh! What a modern place

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 86 - Creepy Flat!

Creepy phone calls in the middle of the night

Current goes off and off goes the light

Window shutters shakes up and down

Rain covers the whole town

Ring! Ring ! The phone suddenly rung

Creepy voices quietly sung

Suddenly open flew the door

From outside came many a snore

Ugh! What was happening in this flat

Suddenly something shook the mat

I ran down the spiral staircase

As I ran, open went my shoelace

Tripped and fell into the dark shadows

In the moonlight came blood covered toes

Now was it time for me to die

If it was then good bye

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 85 - Rose Flower Shop

A Beautiful little rose shop

To buy flowers people stop

They buy all kinds of colorful roses

To smell they put it under their noses

Roses -Yellow, White and Red

Used to decorate many a head

Beautiful roses with beautiful smells

The shop owner hundreds of roses she sells

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 84 - Dentist Time!!

Have a tooth pain, mom tells we need to go to the dentist

I keep screaming 'No!' but the pain I can't hold

Finally I followed her to the dental clinic

I feel more uneasy as the clock does tick

A scream came from behind the door

I got scared even more and more

My head now becomes really very sweaty

Nurse comes and says "Next" pointing at me

I start to cry in pain and fear

Knowing now my time was more than near

Nurse pushed me inside the room

Oh No! I was going to see my doom

Dentist looking like an evil monster

Was he going to be my tooth doctor?!

Evil teeth, injection in one hand

He took a spray from the stand

I closed my eyes, sat on the chair

Oh God! This was worse than a nightmare

Slowly I opened my eyes

My tooth had gone. No lies!

Wow it really didn't pain!

But money the dentist did gain

I thanked him as I went away

Knowing that I would be back one more day

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 83 - Life From A Window

I sat down, I saw through the glass window

Empty road, a very tall leafless tree

On the ground snow was very, very low

From here, a single bird I couldn't see

Not a sound, No slight movement to be seen

Only Silence in the white neighborhood

As far as I could see there was no green

No leaves on the trees, only their thick wood

I coughed loudly, still I broke the silence

Again peace restored, nothing exciting

Far away I heard the creak of a fence

Had somebody come back from their shopping?

Waited, but still not a knock on the door

I meant to get away from the window

Slowly I shut the window more and more

Away from the glass window I did go

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 82 - Vegetable Market

A Market full of vegetables and fun
Nice to see people with vegetable baskets in the sun
People bustle around buying

Shopkeepers and people are bargaining

A Few vegetables on the cart more on the ground
Under a cart a money note - a pound
People laugh, and people talk
People buy, and People walk

People keep buying until it is time to go
There is a central clock, so the time they know
Many leave, vegetablekeepers have empty carts
All go away with happy hearts

Love life and it will love you back

Don't be a grumpy pack
Like in a story -A smile you always try to keep
Your smile you should never sweep
- Gaurang Rao

Poem 81 - The Kind Man

Our Whole Family Went To The Mall

I Went Towards The Toys, I Was Still Small

Amidst The People I Got Lost

I Had To Find My Parents At Any Cost

I was running in circles crying

I bumped into a man when clothes he was buying

He looked at me, he saw me cry

To help me he did try

He took me to the counter asked my name

He announced it and soon my parents came

The Humility of the heart of the man

Shows that : Always help people when you can

We thanked him and got into our car

We went on I chewed on a chocolate bar

I never forgot the man's kindness

If he wasn't there I would have been in a mess.

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 80 - Lift Story

The Cunning Mrs. Scart

In the lift left a fart

She turned away her head

And didn't realize we were almost dead

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 79 - Mr. Sly

The sleepy, small, lazy, useless thief Mr. Sly

By Mistake, To rob a policeman's house had a try

Felt Sleepy, He slept in the bed of the policeman

In a minute he was in the police van

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 78 - Queer Picture

A painted picture telling the full tale

Very Early Morning, Ships Sail

People walk on the sandy beach

Gods face appears on the clouds, too far to reach

He looks from his soft, happy eyes

He hears the laughter, the winds cries

His face vanishes as suddenly as it came

He seemed to be playing some funny game

Two old men, have a friendly talk

Get up from their bench, begin to walk

They walk along the shore

Walk half a kilometer or more

They look at the sea, the crashing waves

Look the other way see some caves

They See something, One man points at a life ring

Inside was a soap, nothing exciting

They walk on looking here and there

Their feeling to each other they share

Nobody having a loss of words

They kept talking about some rare birds

One man bends picks a handful of cold abrasive sand

He puts it into the other mans hand

The man takes the sand puts it on his beard

Why was the man acting so weird?

Suddenly realized, it was just one of Gods tricks

To Gods original position the man changed

Had God come to observe me

But in a minute God I could Not see

Well All The Same

God was playing his game

I left wondering why God had done this

He could have left after at least giving me a kiss

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 77 - Chocolaty Dream

A Dream I got, a chocolaty dream

A world made of chocolate cream

First a path made of chocolate

Chocolate Fisherman fishing with a choco net

A chocolate restaurant, was served in a chocolate plate

Everything was chocolate so only chocolate I ate

Was walking on chocolate grass

A chocolate car I did pass

Chocolate people, chocolate shops

and guess what even chocolate lollipops

Chocolate clothes, chocolate houses

and Chocolate dogs, chocolate mouses

Chocolate and only chocolate everywhere

A chocolate market, a chocolate fair

Saw a brown chocolate train

I woke up at that time after getting a stomach pain

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 76 - A Rainy Day

Thunder Clapped could hear it's angry noise

People had to scream to make others hear their voice

Brick floor now muddy and wet

Traffic was there, moans people let

Roads Crowded, people covered with umbrellas

Couldn't see much through fogged window glass

Noises, horns of vehicles, everywhere

The sounds no longer I could bare

Slowly sipped gulps of hot coffee

It was now comforting me

Under the quilt for a good evening's sleep

But in a few hours my alarm clock went "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

Got out of bed put on my warm coat

Still water on the road, I sailed a paper boat

Ah! Now the rain had almost stopped

Roads were full, shoppers shopped

-Gaurang Rao