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/