Dental
Care
Perched on trees
near the swamps,
little plovers
await
 crocs from swamps. 
Crocs are
swimming 
in muddy
waters,
 they hunt the fish
 and tasty turtles.
 Crocs return when 
their
bellies are full, 
crocs relax
with
 their bellies full. 
Crocs recline
and
 love the mild sun, 
every croc has
his
  mouth wide open.
 Their teeth are
dirty
and need a clean,
 bits of meat are 
stuck in
between.
Little
plovers 
 jump and bob,
 into big mouths 
they boldly hop.
They pick the
pieces
stuck in upper
teeth,
and even in teeth
that are
underneath.
Crocs are
happy 
 they get a dental care,
little plovers
enjoy
a healthy
fare.
© i b arora

I was smiling all the time while reading the poem, need I say more. Really nice Aroraji.
ReplyDeletethanx Shweta, your words are always encouraging
DeleteWriting for kids is a difficult task....but it seems you've a natural skill.. :-)..nice indeed...
ReplyDeletethanx Maniparna, i feel an inch taller
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