Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Poem 182 - Happy B'day Sis!!


Happy Birthday dear sis
The badminton and rummy days I do miss
Mow as you turn sixteen years old
I've realized you are much more valuable than gold

On your face keep that beautiful smile
And in front of the mirror don't do too much style :)
It's almost a habit for us to fight
But at the end everything is alright

It's great to have you with me
And I got you without paying any fee
Wish you loads of happiness and luck
And in your life you should never get stuck
-Gaurang Rao

This is the poem I gave my sister on her birthday

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Poem 181 - Sometimes I wonder


Sometimes I wonder - why this earth is gray and not green
Sometimes I wonder, how the Earth gets more polluted unseen
Sometimes I wonder, how the clouds move in front of my eyes
Sometimes I wonder, how god controls the Earth from above the skies

Sometimes I wonder why there are more black clouds than white
Sometimes I wonder isn't it time to reunite
Sometimes I wonder, why is this earth so gray
Sometimes I wonder, can we change what can be our last day?
-Gaurang Rao

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Poem 180 - A wish to start afresh


Daydreaming in the garden, looking at the sky in silence, about a new world
Where we could start afresh, and not pollute the planet
Where people would never learn how to pollute
A place where all of us will love to live, I bet

For, it will be a place with beautiful mountains, and unpolluted rivers
A place where people are not polluting, and not corrupted
And if a person from there would see the current Earth, would wonder
Isn't our green world better than their's which is gray and red

But maybe, we are still not trapped, it's not too late to change where we are
But we should start today, because tomorrow might be too late
And so if there will never be a new world, it's time to fix ours
For this is also a planet that can be made great
-Gaurang Rao

Friday, October 21, 2011

Poem 179 - Energyless


Early in morning
No energy to press paste
Don't know how I'll brush
-Gaurang Rao

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Poem 178 - Blood without a murder?


I come out of the washroom, after cleaning my hand's mud and sand
I see the walls red, I get scared - is it blood? For a moment I just stand
I scream out loud, my mom comes in and looks at the red wall
For a moment she stares, and then comes a smile that is small,
I turn back to the wall and see my little sister sitting with a paintbrush in her hand
-Gaurang Rao

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Poem 177 - Diwali


Diwali is a festival celebrated in India. It is celebrated by bursting crackers, and it is supposed to be a very happy time during Diwali. A very happy Diwali to all

Diwali-the festival of lights and crackers
Houses are filled with sweet boxes and chocolate wrappers
Light a cracker or eat a sweet
And don't forget to keep you home neat

A festival of love and care
And nights are filled with fireworks in the air
Diwali is here so enjoy this festival
As it is something very special

Start a new life on this festival of light
Wish for a future, that is very bright
On this occasion let us start anew
And pray to god and tell thank you
-Gaurang Rao

Poem 176 - Out On The Roads


Out on the roads, vehicles have filled the street
Crowds in restaurants, no parking space free
I walk past a new restaurant, and warmed by the grill's heat
I look inside and I see a kitchen that is warm and happy

I cross the road, I see a family bursting with shopping bags
I look around and see a shopping complex around the road
As I walk near it, a shopping trolley-a man drags
I take a trolley myself, and the trolley I heavily load

I grab some food, put it in the trolley, to fill my hunger later
I take a can of oil, some pasta, and grab some juice
I grab a can of milk and curds, and I head to the counter
I am on the road again, trying to call a taxi, I am tired and so are my shoes
-Gaurang Rao