Children

Children are the pearls of wisdom,

Happy, joyful and full of freedom;

They are the dreams of tomorrow,

The beginning of a new morrow;

The hopes of their parents.

Are dearest to their grandparents;

They are the fragrance of flowers,

When they smile, only happiness showers;

They are of a very bountiful nature,

Even ready to share a treasure;

They are the apple of everyone’s eyes,

Their charming image never dies;

They are part of our soul and heart,

And nothing can set the two apart;

They are the future of our nation,

Are the most beautiful of God’s creation;

And loveable to everyone

So why is there a difference?

Of cast, creed and religion

God has created everyone the same

Hence Shakespeare said “What’s there in a name?”

Let truth and humanity be their religion

Let them be one mankind

And don’t let them look behind

For they have to create a better world.

Poetry

Poetry is an art of creation,

It is a source of inspiration;

It is as beautiful as a rainbow,

Year by year does it grow;

It is a garden of flowers rare,

Which need some special care;

It is as shining as a star,

Sounds musical like a guitar;

It is a collection of feelings rare,

A thought for close friends to share;

It is as passionate as young love,

And as gentle as a young dove;

It is the bashfulness of a girl,

Also brighter than a precious pearl;
It needs a good start,

Can heal a broken heart;

It is the perfume of a rose,

Totally different from prose;

It is a writer’s obsession

It is the most priced possession.