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

I Land on Moon

When everyone is asleep 
in my room

I quietly leave and 
head for Moon

I climb 
a shooting star

That keeps waiting for me 
not very far

I climb 
and it quickly aim for sky

It vanishes 
when we are really high

I meet stars 
floating here and there

Now they are 
twinkling everywhere

I touch the stars 
and feel their glow

Shooting star is shooting 
now a bit slow

We are almost there 
and what I see

The rabbit on Moon 
and it is about to flee

There is the old woman 
with her spinning wheel

She looks at me 
but keeps spinning her wheel

And that’s not all, 
it is teeming with wonders

There are elephants, giraffes 
and reindeers

All of them are shining 
and shining bright

And all are emitting 
a shining white light

When they see me 
standing like a fool

They all shout, 
“He is one who broke the rule

He rode a shooting star 
and landed on Moon

He must be thrown out 
and real soon

His feet are dirty 
and nails are uncut

Did he ever wash his face? 
He is a nut

None can come here 
without taking a bath

Let us show him 
the outward path”

They come after me 
I know not where to run

But for them 
it is nothing but fun

In a moment they turn 
into worms that glow

They are all around me 
and I receive a blow

It is my kid brother 
who hit me hard

And from my sleep 
I wake up with a start.

© i b arora