Poem 280 - Escapist

Image from Magpie Tales

To escape from this world, he looks in his map

He can't go somewhere far, has to be close

He sat under a tree, removed his cap

In confusion, he knitted his eyebrows

On leave he was, all alone, but glad

Job too tiring, now he needed a break

All office tension used to make him mad

Time off - dream from which he didn't want to wake

So there he was, at his map - staring

Confusion of where to go, but still happy

Some hiking clothes and shoes he was wearing

For the first time, he himself felt so free

Oh! Escapist enjoy your holidays

You can't escape for long now, anyways

¬Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://magpietales.blogspot.ae/

and as a part of - http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.ae/

Poem 251 - Supermoon Night

Her torch seems to burn like the sun all night

Oh! Its the moon glowing in the night sky

Those two lights, ah! Such a wonderful sight

But the moon is faint, why is it so shy?

Plane passes, what luck for people on it

First class seats and such a beautiful view

Staring at the moon, on a bench I sit

It's  so exciting to see something new

At the colours in the night sky I stare

Couldn't get more better, as a breeze blows

Enjoy this beautiful time, it's so rare

Through my whole body, happiness flows

Such a good end to an exciting day

Please let times like this come always I pray

~Gaurang Rao

Written for  - http://magpietales.blogspot.in/

Poem 219 - The Light Bulb

The poor light bulb, it burns itself all night

It's a watchman while others are asleep

Selflessly, to all, it does provide light

And it's then turned on when darkness does sweep

Used just at night, it hardly gets looked at

Just to make life easy, it's one more tool

Hardworking it is, but people don't know that

To not think about it makes man a fool

Each moment of darkness is swept by light

And then even in the most poor town

It makes everyone's life look so bright

And when not needed, we just turn it down

At the darkest times it lights every place

But we don't notice, because life's a race

~Gaurang Rao

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Poem 210 - A Circus Day

For the circus show, a ticket I bought

Reviews were that it was very good

And so for this ticket I spent a lot

Looking for the tent entrance, there I stood

The show was good, elephants played cricket

From tightrope walkers to lions and clowns

The screams would have brought the tent down, I bet

This was the place of faces without frowns

The show was enjoyed thoroughly

And after the show, I even went back stage

I met the clowns who spoke to me freely

I saw the lions, back in their cage

Sadly good times have to come to an end

At the circus, a great time I did spend

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.in/

Poem 196 - Rains

I jump in puddles and dance in the rain

The heavens have opened so lets have fun

The water has started to flood this lane

Hiding behind the gray clouds is the sun

I am soaked wet but it's still fun to play

Yet, I love the rain, so I hope it does stay

The farmers for this rain they must have prayed

Their plants might have died in the summer heat

But the potters might be cursing this rain

Because they work hard to make their ends meet

Pots won't dry, so the farmers are now in vain

But I love the rain as it's fun for me

I feel so happy and I feel so free

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 190 - Road Of Life

Walking in the woods, humming a soft song

My jacket is hung over my shoulder

Spring has come, now nothing can go wrong

Nature is blooming, but growing older

Birds chirping, Bees humming, Flowers blooming

I love this season everything feels right

The good is here and evil is dooming

I stop for a moment my mind feels light

It's a beautiful place, peaceful and nice

Spots of light passed through gaps in leaves on trees

To make all this God must be kind and wise

I felt really fresh as there blew a breeze

I wish life was like this, this beautiful way

I hope it goes on like this everyday

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://magpietales.blogspot.in/

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

and - http://www.theme-thursday.com/

Poem 162 - The Masked Secrets

Mask on the wall, looking straight at my eye

Artistic colors, a nice black and white

So creepy, who knows what those eyes lie

Keep distance from those eyes, they glows at night

Ever glowing eyes, with its evil look

Death scaring lips, which carry a wild smile

Slightly white crooked nose, my head I shook

Eek! Is it fake, or a mask that is fragile

Colored spots on the face, they're black and good

Read its unseen mind, what is it thinking?

Evil face it has, does not even eat food

Throw it away, for it is disturbing

Scary mask now gone, its in the garbage

Now I confess I threw it in a rage

-Gaurang Rao

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

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

Poem 156 - A Photo

Just that one photo of hers made him cry

He loved her so much and now she had died

Alone and sad, now he wanted to die

Each time he looked at the photo he cried

Leaning on the door thinking of his love,

About his dead wife he kept thinking of

He felt like the only man alone now

He sat on his bed and gave a sad cough

Broke the photo, tried not to think of her

But only her nice face came to his mind

He closed his eyes, shed another tear

The past, good memories he did rewind

Once again to his mind came the photo

To heaven he also wanted to go

-Gaurang Rao

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

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

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

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