Thursday, March 31, 2011

Poem 129 - Mona Lisa

Her face, was looking really so true
A face that looked pretty, a face that looked fresh and new
Mona Lisa - her smile charmed everyone
Because of her face, everyone's hearts she won

Though only a painting, there seemed to be silent life in the art
The painter (in the painting) seemed to have put his full heart
Oh! A terrific painting, with beautiful things
Priceless - maybe worth infinite shillings
-Gaurang Rao

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Poem 128 - Chicken Pox

Mr. Smith ate fried sausages on a hot evening
But soon he fell sick, poor old thing
And guess what? He got chicken pox
In a few minutes he was on the bed, on his leg there were socks

Mr. Smith crept out of bed, looked in the mirror, saw pox on his face
He heard his wife coming, jumped on the bed with some great pace
His wife put a thermometer in his mouth, Mr. Smith chewed it
His wife saw him chewing and was in a big fit

He thought he could cure himself by covering the pox with white paint
When his wife saw him she did faint
Oh! Really Mr. Smith why are you such a silly man
In fact when he recovered his wife was after him with a saucepan

One morning Mr. Smith was so hungry he ate pepper and salt
His wife saw it and immediately to it she put a halt
Oh! Mr. Smith funniest of the funny
And that day he thought that a ball of cotton was a bunny
-Gaurang Rao

Poem 127 - A Cricket Match

An exciting semi-final there was today
The match was good, but the Indians had it their way
The spectators cheered loudly for each four and six
The batsman felt proud, the bowlers in a fix

The fielding - good, the persuasive voice of the captain
To bowl well he would encourage his men
Suddenly a six, followed by an out
From the spectators, there will be many a shout

The achievement for India, was better than being rich
My Oh My! They bowled great on the pitch
The Batting too went quite well
But I agree the arch-rivals put up a good spell
-Gaurang Rao

Monday, March 28, 2011

Poem 126 - A Sailor

The Ship was going on its way to Morocco
But what happened to the ship nobody did know
It seemed to have overturned - some people said
Some told that the sailors were safe, others told they were dead

But one day returned a weary old sailor, from the ship
Wow! So did all of the sailors complete the trip?
We decided to ask, but he was too weak
And neither could he stand nor could he speak

He was put on a small bed in a hut
On his forehead - the sailor had a small cut
Over it we put some bandage, and fed him well
So after some days his story he did tell

When he recovered, he told that "Nearby the ship had crashed
And every thing got badly smashed"
He told all sailors died, but he managed to swim to land
And that was why he was exhausted and he couldn't speak or stand

So the sailors or the ship, never reached Morocco
In fact, not much far could the ship go
And Nearly the last sailor had died, but he managed to swim
And so here we managed to save him
-Gaurang Rao

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Poem 125 - To My Grandfather

This is dedicated to my grandfather

You are such a wonderful person
A person that is full of kindness and unlimited fun
It is always fun to be with you
You are a person like very few

For all of us your love you do share
For each person you still do care
You've played with me when I was a small kid
For me, so many things you did

With you so much fun I had
You are full of good, not a bit of bad
In the world you are one of the best men
And I will give you a hundred out of ten
-Gaurang Rao

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Poem 124 - Jelly Party!

I was having tea at the table, heard the gates open and close
It just sent a shiver from my back to my toes
The bell rang, I carefully opened the door
It was just my relatives, how exciting now there was no bore

Guess what they had brought some jolly good Jelly
Oh! It had such a good smell, now I can't call it smelly
Just fine for a jolly good Tea
For the excellent tea they joined me

It was fun, and the Jelly was tasty
And to think you got it all for free
Oh! How jolly good is that? Isn't it
Oh! I wish I could just give you a small Jelly bit
-Gaurang Rao

Poem 123 - A Sword Fight

Me and Jack were having a dual fight with swords
We were standing inside a platform, fenced with boards
The fight began, swords clashed, we held tight
Suddenly both fell back, but we continued the fight

His sword was pointed, towards my throat
But I managed to kick it, but it ripped my coat
Jack's muscles bulged, his tattoo was now seen
And I can tell you, the way he made his face it looked very mean

In a minute our Identical swords were again fighting
I had to quickly block because he gave a sudden swing
Outside the fence, I heard my dog give a volley of barks
But that could not stop us, again there were many flying sparks

Finally exhausted, we decided there was no winner
But I am sure both of us kept thinking that the other guy was the loser
I picked my dog, and went with my half torn coat
Though the fight was over, through my mind the incident did float.
-Gaurang Rao

Monday, March 21, 2011

Poem 122 - WHO IS IT?

One night in the dark, woken up by a voice
It was not sweet, sounded more like a boy's
"Get up" it commanded, through the night air
I did not stand up - but stood up my neck hair

A hand touched my wrist, trying to pull me off the bed
It was too dark, I couldn't recognize his head
He told me "Come with me, or you are gone"
I had to stand up, the lights switched on

I looked at his head, a masked head, looked funny
Wait a minute! He looked like an Egyptian mummy
He pulled me down the stairs, not letting me free
But now I didn't understand, was it a he or a she?

Suddenly he/she pulled of the paper on his/her head
But guess who? From America it was My Uncle Ned
Ah! How we both laughed, why did he have represent someone
Did he do it, just to have some fun?
-Gaurang Rao

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Poem 121 - A Fairy Tale

Mom started telling the beautiful tale
"Once a train was running on its rails
When on the track stood a monster, holding the train
It killed some people, gave other's pain

That time appeared a beautiful fairy
She was fighting the monster, in the story
The monster fell, the people were safe now
The fairy, everybody did love

But that was not the end, just the beginning
Because the monster didn't die, evil thing
He was back one day, only for the fairy time
He decided to kill her and do many a crime

Sarcastically he said "Oh! My poor dear
I am sure of me you have no fear"
The fairy grinned, the monster was taken aback
But he got up and gave the fairy a whack

The fairy flew, high up in the air
Moving her wings, her excitement with us she did share
She moved her wand and the monster was dead
In one corner was his body, one corner his head."

That is how the story did end
Oh! In the middle there was such a bend
Oh! How thrilling the tale was, right?
And I bet you could see the monster and fairy fight
-Gaurang Rao

Friday, March 18, 2011

Poem 120 - Why die?

Tsunami in Japan, due to earthquake
Serious actions against this, we need to take
Hope and Pray that not many people die
In fact, to help them we should try

Oh! What a terrible calamity
And it is such a pity
That people died because of the Tsunami
When? Will it be a happier, merrier country?
-Gaurang Rao
Let us all pray for the people in Japan and hope that they are safe.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Poem 119 - Luck Indeed!

I was walking, near the book fair
I bought a book pair
Guess what? I was coming out
When I myself gave a shout

It was my Maths teacher, in the book fair
She almost gave me a very good scare
I called my mom, they had a chat
I thought somehow, I could smell a rat

But guess my luck? I got my maths marks
And it was really good, so flew the sparks
I had got eighty on eighty in Mathematics
And I am telling you, I thought my ears were playing tricks
-Gaurang Rao

I am happy to tell you all that this is completely true, and that I met my Maths teacher in the book fair. She called my mother and told her the marks and indeed I did get full.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Poem 118 - Out in my garden

In the garden, letting the breeze pass on my face
The wind, seemed to be running, running in a race
Fruits on the trees, looked mellow
Hanging on the tree, was the Mango now Yellow

My dog ran up to me, It's neck I did tickle
I gave it a bit of my Popsicle
It chewed on, the evening went by
The sun had now set, the moon was up high
-Gaurang Rao

Poem 117 - Ice Cream

Ice cream, icy cold, on a hot day
Through my parched throat, it makes its way
Ironing my throat with a lump of cold
In my mouth the taste does hold

The milky substance tickling my throat
Going slowly like a very slow boat
In my stomach, I need more Ice Cream
Sad to say! All of this was just a dream
-Gaurang Rao

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Poem 116 - A Beggar's Wish

A Beggar looks as the rich pass by him
His life grows dull, his life grows dim
He wished he had some cash
But now, food came from the trash

Oh! How lucky millionaires are
They can afford to buy many a car
While here I sit barefoot, hungry
Shelter for me, is just a plain tree

Why? Am I so poor! Nobody looks at me
My torn clothes, why don't they see?
Everyday I beg, don't earn enough
And what he was saying wasn't bluff
-Gaurang Rao

Monday, March 14, 2011

Poem 115 - A Statue on the sidewalk

A statue on the side, lonely now not seen
Over there for how long it has been?
It's carved back, turned towards the street
Sitting on it's old brown seat

His face rested on his wrist
His mouth covered by his clenched fist
He looks very tired, very old
But he still sits out there in the cold
-Gaurang Rao

Poem 114 - Beautiful Violets

Flowers that are purplish-blue
Flowers that are fresh, flowers that are new
But the violets, out stand in the big pot
Flowers that you will surely spot

They look new, look beautiful in beginning of Spring
The Violet flower is such a beautiful thing
They bloom, happy to know Spring is around the corner of the street
And happily they bounce, while Spring they greet!
-Gaurang Rao

Poem 113 - Strawberries

A little girl picks up some strawberries
She keeps them in her strong basket of wood
She walks away, her grandmother's house she sees
She keeps them on handle of door, does good

Her grandmother wakes up sees the nice gift
Her granddaughter has given it she sees
The ripe strawberries slowly she does lift
She sees her granddaughter among the trees

She calls her granddaughter hugs her in air
"Oh! For me my kind child, how much you care?"
-Gaurang Rao

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Poem 112 - Casino

A Casino - gamblers gamble putting their money
Some play, some watch thinking it is funny
A man loses big, hides his head in shame
Why, did he need to play that bad game

Some people bet, others quit
Some people make a move using their wits
Why are people passionate about playing in the casino?
When it is bad for them, they do know.
-Gaurang Rao

Friday, March 11, 2011

Poem 111 - Universe! What a place

Oh! Wouldn't it be great going to space
On the moon I would like to have a race
Or go to Jupiter or Mars
And try eating chocolate bars

Wouldn't it be fun to walk on Saturn
While you walk on its ring while you dance and turn
Or won't t be fun to do a march on Mercury
Or go to Neptune and plant an apple tree

Oh! What fun it will be to pay on Pluto
And I will jump up, high and low
What fun it will be to go to space
And see where an alien stays
-Gaurang Rao

Poem 110 - Hello! I am back

Exams have now gone
Holidays are on
Fun time does start
Now with school I do part

Hooray! Holidays full of fun
Have a happy holiday! I wish you a ton
I am happy, delighted to be back
Now I am right on my poetry track

Oh! Now I can enjoy reading books not for school
Books that have horror or books that are cool
I can enjoy eating bubblegum
Instead of boringly doing a maths sum

Holidays, why didn't you come before
Without you school was such a bore
Oh! Holidays are going to be great
Now I can wake up very late!

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Poem 109 - Banana Peels

A Banana Peel was thrown down by Mr. Pegg
He himself slipped and broke his leg
He was hospitalized for one week
But still to throw peels on the floor he has the cheek
-Gaurang Rao

Monday, March 7, 2011

Poem 108 - Peekaboo!

Peter walks behind Ethan
Ethan suddenly does run
Excitedly Peter follows behind
Keep running properly lined
And suddenly Ethan turns
'Bout Peter he learns
Oh! Peter in shock
Only Ethan does mock
-Gaurang Rao

Poem 107 - Accidents!

Mr. Smith driving on the road, a sleepy man
Over a person the car almost ran
People say on the roads that he should go to hospital for mental
People wondered "Is Mr. Smith doing it on purpose or was it accidental?"

I wonder who Mr. Smith's role model was, when he was small
Because Mr. Smith acts silly in front of all
Once he ate a raw white pumpkin and said that it was yummy
He asked some more from his old mummy

Even in class he was scolded by his teachers and class mates
Once to school he came on roller skates!
He reads horror stories as a bedtime story
He once had a yucky mud filled, chicken curry

Really Mr. Smith is so funny, he put garlic in his milk
For his wife's birthday he ordered a towel made of silk!
And that is how we remember Mr. Smith the funny man
Who put on his head instead of a hat, a cooking pan
-Gaurang Rao

Again I am not trying to insult any Mr. Smith.
Thank You. Have exams so will be back on 10th now. See you people later.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Poem 106 - Memorable school days

Walking down the school corridor
Having a last look at the door
Walked past the school saying goodbye
I have to leave me class? Why? oh! Why?

In the school it was my last day
The whole school turned silent and gray
My friends a lot I will miss
Oh! Such a sad day this is

Friends trying to stop me from going to Mangalore
I told them I had to go, I turned and looked at the floor
"Do you really need to go"
I told yes though I wish I could say no!

When you change your school isn't it sad
When with friends lots of fun you had
I walked slowly down the road
My heart, sad and a heavy load
-Gaurang Rao

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Poem 105 - Exams here

Oh! Exams start
Sad becomes the heart
Because study, study and no play
Just study all day

Bored of boring books
Their covers itself has tiring looks
Oh! How boring these exams are
Oh Please Exams go away! Go Far

I won't be able to come for a week or two
I have to go and study! Unfortunately true
Now in a few days I will come
Happy to be back not glum!
-Gaurang Rao

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Poem 104 - Oh! Why Earth?

The beautiful nature, created for being killed
Can we save the extra water we spilled?
Try to understand it is out turn to change the earth
Otherwise no longer there will be human birth

Oh! God Why can't you explain?
That we are giving mother nature pain
Just killing it and sitting it watching it die
And what I tell is the plain truth not a lie

I have tried but I can't do it anymore
Even a tree can be saved by a group of four
Nature being killed for land
But understand why we should not kill a tree with our cruel manly hand

Earth was beautiful and now it is heating
We have to stop it! Unless we want to stop breathing
A major topic to talk about
Green cities in, Pollution Out!
-Gaurang Rao

Poem 103 - Stings

Ah! Lemon Juice stings the eyes
Lemon acts innocent telling lies
Puts it's juice all over the floor
I go to wash my eyes the juice makes me slip at the door

I get up get to the bathroom painfully
I wash my eyes very carefully
Ah! Dear Lemon you really do sting
You are such a naughty thing!
-Gaurang Rao