A  Blue Star, an a to z poem

A star looked at me

with a twinkle in its eye

Blue star it was

and I know why

Cheeky are blue stars

and they are real hot

During the day

they like to sleep a lot

Evening comes but

they are slow to get up

For all through the night

they shine and stand up

Gathered in groups

scattered in the sky

Heavens glitter

and we all know why

It is an endless fire

that keeps burning

Jewels shoot out that

stars keep emitting

Knights of the sky

with armours shinning

Look like specks of light

and ever gleaming

Millions of stars

are out in the sky

No, you can’t see all

with a naked eye

Oh! Beautiful are stars

on a moonless night

Pure joy they are

and night after night

Quaint are the stars

like magical lights

Rarely are they sad

even on cloudy nights

Shinning like pearls

on a clear black sky

They love to twinkle

in twinkling of an eye

Umpteen times

I have wanted a star

Vainly I have tried to

catch a shooting star

What you see in my hand

papa got it from a mall

Xmas star it is

and it is brightest of all

Yes, I love blue stars

shinning in the sky

Zany you think I am

and I know why.

©i b arora

Spots on the Moon

Have you heard of

King Jeorje West, the Fat

(Poor fellow was

actually thin and not fat)

He ruled when

two big continents were one

And moon up there

had dark spots but none

King Jeorje West, the Fat

was truly a great king

And what prosperity

in the country did he bring

But this king who wasn’t fat

had one little failing

It  would one day leave

his dear ones wailing

He was fond of

sorcery and magic

And for this

his end was to be tragic

King Jeorje etc wanted to be

the lord of all seas and land

And he disliked those

who dared to stand

He kept on waging

wars on all kings

He would often shout,

‘I will rule all earth and things’

But there was a king

who was weakling but clever

He wanted to rule

his country and for ever

He was scared of

King Jeorje West, the Fat

He always felt like a mouse

chased by a wild cat

But the clever king was friendly

with weird magic men

And they had helped him

now and then

They gave him some

magic potions and wands

He came to King Jeorje etc

and with  fancy bands

He bowed respectfully

as if he was full of deep devotion

And offered him all

magic wands and potions

‘My Lord,’ said he,

‘mercy, pray spare my crown

And accept these things

that are of magic renown’

King Jeorje West, the Fat

was fond of magic

Not knowing that

it could some day turn tragic

He took the magic wands

and potions warmly

He knew he would use them

all very calmly

He would turn

unconquered kings into rats

And eat them all

turning into a big wild cat

But the king who was

weakling and clever

And who wanted to rule

his country for ever

Had deviously tricked

King Jeorje West, the Fat

With treacherous potions

and wands and all that

King Jeorje etc

was but a fool

And he acted

just like a stupid mule

He tried some gifted magic

on a pleasant  night

When everyone was asleep

and the moon was bright

The magic worked truly

but what a shocker it was

He turned real fat

and without a pause

He was flying in the sky

like a bloated balloon

He  went up and up and 

straight to the moon

In twinkling of an eye

he landed there

Of course he didn’t know

he had landed where

That day onwards

people saw spots on the moon

It’s King Jeorje etc (unusually fat)

stuck up there like a buffoon.

© i b arora

shoes of glass

a frog looked

at a little fairy

she felt the frog 
was quite scary

but he was one

who was in love

with one he liked

to call 'my dove'

she was of course

not any bird

she was a she-frog

and she was curt

 she had said

‘i will only agree

to be your wife

 in days three

if you bring me

shoes of glass

for i want to be

one of a class’

‘little fairy

would it please you

to grant me a wish

and quickly too

i need two pairs of

shoes of glass

for a dear one

hiding in  the grass’

now little fairy

felt it was strange

but she chose to

help just for a change

she chanted some

funny magic words

the words sounded

like chirping of birds

 four glass shoes

appeared out nowhere

and in the sunlight

they did brightly glare

the frog saw shoes

and jumped in joy

all he could say was

‘oh boy, oh boy’

even for a moment

 he didn’t wait

and he kept saying

 'my mate, my mate'

he rushed and said

 no thanks to the fairy

‘one who can’t be fair

 won’t be treated fairly’

she-frog saw glass shoes

and smiled at him

with glass shoes on

she looked quite prim

 ‘now when shall we wed

 i no longer can wait’

‘oh! let me think, 

i can’t say in a haste’

 she was proud of

her shoes of glass

and thought silly frog

was not his class

she felt she was

now like a queen

and would wed

 one of royal mien.

‘well, i think

i can’t wed you

who i would marry

i have no clue’

 a frog was sad

and looked at the fairy

she knew poor fellow

wasn’t treated fairly

©i b arora

You may also like to read “Rainbow”

Rainbow

A little boy saw

a little star

he thinks ‘ It can’t be

quite that  far’,

he wished if  

he had a tall stair

he would love to

go up there,

‘Where can I get

a stair just one,’

he looked around

but found none, 

he began to cry

and loudly shout

but his mama was

nowhere about,

now it happened

that a tiny fairy

was caught in spider net

and that was scary,

she was small

smaller than a fly

she loved to ride

a little butterfly,

she looked around

for help she cried 

little boy saw her

and his tears dried,

"Hurry and help me

before I get killed

your one wish

I will have fulfilled”

at the trapped fairy

did little boy look

spider’s net then

he wildly shook, 

the nasty spider

could do no harm

what little boy did

had worked like charm,

little fairy got free

from the trap

in sheer joy

did little boy clap,

“Well, well you are

a nice little boy

but were you crying

to get some toy?”

“Little fairy, toys are

of course real fun

but I wish I could go

to a star anyone”

fairy looked at stars

in the evening light

while she pondered

the boy stood quiet

“What you need is a bridge

from earth to sky

let me do something”

and she said goodbye,

one day little boy was

teasing his mother

when little fairy came

along with another.

“You will have to rush

if you want to go to a star

we have built a bridge

and it’s a bit far”,

the boy rushed out

and looked around

there was a  bridge

and it was round,

colours were streaming

across the sky

like a shining arch  

and it was really high,

but he could not

see any star

what fun it would be

to go that far,

he felt he would wait

till stars come

but when stars came

he was glum,

bridge had vanished

and Sun had set

stars were shining

and the boy could only fret.

© i b arora

A Beautiful Sunny Day

On a beautiful sunny day

not far from a  curved bay,

where land turns into a swamp,

on a log that looked like ramp

was reclining Mr Frog,

for he loved  morning air sans smog.

His belly was full of little snails

and small fish and their tails.

He closed his eyes to take a nap

but was startled by a sudden splash.

He glared with anger in each eye

and saw Mr Crocodile floating nearby.

Mr Crocodile was trying to climb the log;

he too was fond of air sans smog,

and loved to sleep in the morning Sun,

sleeping soundly was nothing but fun.

Mr Crocodile was as polite as he could be

“Froggy, get up and quickly flee.”

Now we know Mr Frog was very proud

he was not one who would get cowed.

He too was as polite as he could be

"Crocky, get lost or I’ll break your knee.”

Mr Crocodile looked a bit amused;

he couldn’t believe Mr Frog had refused

to run and make place for him;

things were about to turn grim.

“Froggy, do you really want to fight,

 wonder what’s going to be your plight”

“Crocky, don’t you think I aren’t brave

many a fool I have sent to the grave.”

But snooty Mr Frog was not at all aware,

a red-tailed hawk was present there;

The hawk dived when his time came,

Mr Frog had himself to blame;

for he was about to become a tasty meal

of a hungry hawk with claws of steel.

But Mr Crocodile  took pity on the frog

he quietly pushed the wooden log;

the hawk fumbled which he rarely did

and he failed to catch Mr Frog indeed.

Mr Frog was one who missed a beat

and his heart began to widely tweet.

Mr Crocodile had done him a kind deed

and saved him from becoming hawk-feed.

The hawk knew he had lost his chance

and he left quickly even without a glance.

Mr Frog looked at Mr Crocodile but felt shy,

he was sorry and we all know why.

© i b arora

A Little Silly Frog-2

There was a little silly frog

he just loved to sprawl on a log

he did have a home sweet home  

it was really a mansion with a dome

but at home he was never at ease

for half the time he was on his knees

he wished to relax but didn’t dare

his wife loved to ceaselessly blare

she would ask him to take a broom

and to quickly sweep every room

and then he had to cook the meal

and she loved only well-cooked veal

he would then run to laundry and store

and keep saying he loved every chore

and if ever the wife felt upbeat

she would let him touch her feet

you would think that she was a bully

but she said she loved him truly

silly frog was scared of her love

and wished she would act like a dove

it was great fun to lie on the log

and not to slave, sweat and slog

but he could never leave his home

and he could rarely wander and roam.

©i b arora

A Silly Little Frog

a silly little frog

was lying on a log

he was sad and glum

he was the unlucky one

he was getting married

but that made him worried

the bride was a bully

and she loved him truly

but the frog was scared

for the bride hadn’t spared

her earlier bride grooms

who were left in the rooms

with some broken legs

and bumps on their heads

the last one got roasted

when he had boasted

that he would beat her

if she did not call him ‘Sir’

the bride lost her cool

she put him on a stool

and looked him in his eyes

everyone heard his cries

but she acted like a dove

for she was in love

with a silly little frog

who was lying on a log

worrying how it would end

for he couldn’t pretend  

that he could  love

a bully acting like a dove.

©i b arora

Happy New Year

It was New Year eve

Santa Claus could not believe,

how could he sleep through the week

even if winter was at its peak.

He tried but couldn’t recall,

‘What happened to gifts and all?  

Did I go out on Christmas Eve?

Or did I choose to remain on leave?

I think I hadn’t been feeling well

and my belly had begun to swell,

I think I had been to a doctor

who was more like a monster.

Doctor had given me a white pill

and asked me to avoid this chill,

did I take that white pill and

did I sleep to my heart’s fill?’

Slowly Santa Claus went around

but reindeer etc. couldn’t be found,

there were no gifts on the shelves,

‘Where are my reindeer and elves?’

Then he saw Rudolph and one elf

somewhere clock struck twelve,

suddenly everything was lit bright

he saw them all dressed for night.

‘What of gifts?’ he asked in hurry,

‘Relax, what is there to worry?

You were out of sorts needing rest

we did what we thought was best,

we delivered all the gifts and toys

to pretty girls and naughty boys.

What if you missed trip this year

you have done it year after year.

It is beginning of a new year

let’s be grateful for being here

let’s all celebrate the New Year

Happy New Year, Happy New Year.’

© i b arora

Christmas Eve

It was Christmas Eve

Santa Claus was on leave,

he was hearing noises

 he knew had no choices.

He went to consult a doc

 who would strut like a cock,

doc was somewhat crazy

 his advice was always hazy.  

Doc peered and pondered

he mused and wondered,

 “It is surely very smelly

deep down in your belly.”

 “Your belly has lost its poise

and it is making a noise,

you will have to go on leave

even if it is Christmas Eve.”

  

“If you choose to ignore it

 then be ready to face it,

 noises can do their worst

 your big belly can burst.”

“What you need is a white pill

and avoid this wintery chill,

light a  fire in your room

 you can’t go out, I assume.”

For Santa it was a  blow

 he had given gifts all years,

 he had not missed to do so

even once in many years.

Then stomach made a big noise

he thought it would be wise,

to go by crazy doc’s advice

not to go out till he felt nice.

  

 But what of tears in tiny eyes

and kids waiting for surprise,

on this year’s Christmas Eve

 it was sad to be on leave.

  

When gifts had been wrapped

and all were neatly packed,

it was all set for yearly trip

he wished he wouldn’t skip. 

Suddenly and loudly Santa belched

 noise in stomach was squelched,

in a jiffy he felt happy like a lark

quickly he set sleigh on the mark.

 He was already very very late

 he didn’t want children to wait,

 Christmas Eve was about to end

all gifts were delivered in the end.

© i b arora

Best friend

Little Zayn

was a little sad,

there was a boy

who was real bad.

Bad boy was one

who liked to pretend,

that he was Zayn’s

 bestest  friend.

Little Zayn knew

 it wasn’t true,

 what he could do

he had no clue.

Bad boy would often

steal his lunch,

or tear his books

or beat with a bunch

Little Zayn was one

who didn’t lose heart,

he knew he had to

learn to thwart.

Little Zayn caught a

lizard green,

he put it in a box

full of chow mein.

Chow mein was what

bad boy loved to eat,

he couldn’t refuse

such a tasty treat.

He snatched the box

from Little Zayn,

and pulled his nose

in front of everyone.

But this time Zayn

would not cry,

and there were

no tears in his eye.

But what a fool

was the bad boy,

he saw chow mein

and jumped with joy.

He stuffed chow mein

like a hungry pig,

and then like a fool

he did a dancing jig.

But he had not seen

the lizard green,

he gorged it along

with chow mein.

And he jumped and

shouted like a prig

when in his belly

lizard did a jig.

Little Zayn

is no longer sad

there is a boy

who is no longer bad.

©i b arora

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