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Written by my son, Abhishek

Discussion in 'Kids Korner' started by chitrajan, Jun 7, 2007.

  1. preethi27

    preethi27 Senior IL'ite

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    Really Great!! No words to appreciate his love & respect towards U. With gods grace U R blessed with lovable son. Pl be his favourite mom as much as U can. U can frame these words & keep it in Ur bedroom. It will engourage U more. Fanatastic Abhishek!!

    Love
    Preethi
     
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  2. anjana

    anjana Bronze IL'ite

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    Dear Chitra,

    A well written poem by Abhishek. You must be a proud mom and hope his love for you continues to be the same. My best wishes to your son.
    Love,
     
  3. sudhavnarasimhan

    sudhavnarasimhan Silver IL'ite

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    dear Chitra,
    Sorry abt missing out on reading such a wonderful tribute your son has payed to your motherliness!
    wow, really such asweet and tender poem, shows the tender feelings he has for you as a mom and friend! Truly you are blessed to have Abhishek as a son who can express his feelings so well, that too in the form of a poem! Not many sons share such rapport with mothers.....so a great mom and a great son....and enjoying his stay with you is it! HAVE FUN AND ENJOY THE TIME WELL SPENT WITH HIM!:2thumbsup:
     
  4. sudhak90

    sudhak90 Senior IL'ite

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    hi, nice tribute to mother.

    tell abhishek to keep writing.:2thumbsup:
    i take this opportunity to post my daughter ASHWATHI's poem below. this poem was inspired by the picture given along.

    its not gettting copied. it's a shrivelled tree in autumn.

    i would like your feedback on the poem.
    rgds
    sudha iyer



    One by one, fall my leaves,
    My mighty mind grieves;
    Bare and cold, I stand up high,
    Heaving oft, a tired sigh.
    Why, oh why is this my plight?
    I am such a pitiful sight!
    Naked and vulnerable am I,
    My mighty body, would fain die.
    Where is the green? Where is the green?
    Why does it all go unseen?
    Cant't they see my precious drops?
    My loud laughter, with a sob, stops.
    I shake my arms, with all my strength,
    I am open, my entire length;
    There is none to whisper to me,
    Of wisdom or of fantasy.
    I wait long, in the cold,
    Through fall and winter, feeling old;
    There is none to caress my mighty limbs,
    But the chilly wind that swims.
    I have no garment to cover me,
    I am the mighty, sorrowful tree;
    I grieved and whined all day long,
    Till I heard a more pitiful song.
    It was of a man who sat below,
    On the cruelly cold, winter snow,
    He had no clothes, nor no shoes,
    I saw his body, filled with many a bruise.
    I asked him what had befallen him,
    He answered me, his face so grim;
    He had no money, nor no chance,
    From his life, had vanished, song and dance.
    He spent his days in the cold,
    Every day, he grew more like mold;
    He had no hope to get it back,
    All in his life, that he did lack.
    On reflection for a momnet, I know,
    I have no need to curse the snow;
    For, I at least, have the light of hope,
    I have no reason to mourn and mope.
    I chuckle a little, I smile much more,
    On my way to Spring's sea-shore;
    I admire my bare body without leaves,
    My mighty mind, no longer grieves.
    I stand up high, enduring the freezing gale,
    That untiringly travels from vale to vale;
    Many a being casts at me, an admiring stare,
    Though I shed what I wear.
    As we happily usher in our midst,
    The spring; She clears, the winter's mist;
    My leaves, as always, I renew,
    As the tiny birds go - coo coo!
    Rejoicing the youthful season of spring,
    I happily and proudly sing,
    That I blodly endured the cold,
    And I am green again, behold!
    For why? Even the man that lost all hope,
    Now, no longer has a reason to mope;
    In summer and spring, his abode, my shade,
    I am a life-giver, like the falling cascade.
    And in autumn, when I shed my leaves,
    My mind rejoices and not grieves,
    For, this man, with them, makes fire,
    And even his bed, when for the day, he does retire.
    So why, oh why should I be sad?
    I am nothing more but glad!
    My leaves are but a whispering dress,
    Whose loss would mean no more, no less.

     
  5. slp807

    slp807 Bronze IL'ite

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    Dear chitra,

    nice poem about MOTHERS and this one is especially for u.
    u must have felt proud to b the mom of such a wonderful, lovely ABHISHEK
    he has bright future and ask him not to give up the habit of writing

    well done ABHI
    keep gng
    all the best!!! :2thumbsup:

    hey sudhak

    wow!!! nice one from ASHWATHI
    what is her age?

    i think she is quite imaginative

    ask her to keep gng tooo


    cheers
    sreelatha
     
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  6. sujathae

    sujathae Senior IL'ite

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    Dear Chitra, It is a lovely poem. It shows the devotion of your son. Lucky mother. My daughter is 10 years old and for the past 1 year she has started writing some poems. I am posting them here. dear ilites pls let me have your opinion. Pls let me know as to how she can improve upon.

    THE PENNY

    Once there was penny,
    Who was one year old.
    It rolled & rolled,
    Down the road.
    Henny saw the penny,
    And took it home.
    Henny bought an ice-cream,
    With the penny.
    The shopkeeper took the penny home,
    And kept it for a year,
    For it was shining, You know?
    The shopkeeper bought a cake,
    With the penny.
    The baker took the penny home,
    And kept it for two years,
    For it was shinning, You know?
    The baker bought two eggs,
    With the penny.
    But do you think the grocer took the penny home?
    No, not at all,
    For it was no more shinning!
    But what could the penny do?
    But sit & cry,
    Wee, wee, wee.

    MAN THE, DESTROYER

    Man is so bad,
    As his past dad.
    He is selfish,
    He kills animals for dishes.
    He is ungrateful,
    To plants that are wonderful.
    He pollutes the land,
    And then cries handicapped are his hand.
    Man is so bad,
    As his past dad.

    DON’T CUT DOWN TREES
    Don’t cut down trees,
    They give us fresh air to breathe.
    Don’t cut down trees,
    They give us food to eat.
    Don’t cut down trees,
    They are living beings.
    Just imagine,
    If we were cut down,
    By somebody,
    The way we suffer with pain.
    Oh! It’s so miserable.
    The trees too feel the same pain.
    So, don’t cut down trees.

    WATER IS VITAL

    Water is vital,
    Water is vital,
    We cannot live without it,
    So, don’t waste it.
    Water is vital.
    When there is a drought,
    The way the people suffer,
    Is so terrible.
    So, don’t waste water,
    Store while you have it.
    Water is vital.

    Why does man?
    Why does man?
    Why does man?
    Why does man kill another man?
    Does a deer kill another deer?
    Does a tiger kill another tiger?
    Or, does a bird kill another bird of its own breed?
    Then, why does man kill another man?
    Even the five-sensed animals know,
    The value of unity.
    Then, why does a six-sensed man not know?
    Why does man kill another man?

    Dear Grandpa…..

    Dear Grandpa,
    The times I have been with you,
    Maybe very few,
    But you are in my heart forever!
    When you took me to the park,
    And gave me a gentle push when I sat on the swing,
    It was an experience that I could never forget!
    And when you took me for a ride,
    On your scooty pep+,
    It was also cool!
    Thank you! Oh, Grandpa, Thank you!
    It is a lot of fun with you!
    You asked me to write many poems, didn’t you?
    And so I wrote one for you.

    A Man’s desires

    A man’s desires are many which could hardly leave any.
    He could use a cycle which never pollutes land,
    But he doesn’t want to use one and get tanned.
    So he prefers car even to a place not so far.
    He needs AC,
    Where the summer isn’t driving him crazy.
    He curses the recycled paper if they tear,
    And wants only the finest quality of paper
    For his rough and if not so he wouldn’t bear.
    He could use water judiciously
    For just a bath, he fills up water in his tub enormously.
    A man’s desires make him use evil routes.
    My dear friends, work hard but don’t expect fruits.
    Man’s desires are many which could hardly leave any.
     
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  7. chitrajan

    chitrajan Bronze IL'ite

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    Dear Preeraman, Cheer, Malathi, Vandhana, Ammukutty, Meenu, TDU, Padma, Sr. Sri, Preethi, Anjana, Sudha, Sudha Iyer, Sreelatha and Sujatha,

    Thanks to you all for the encouraging words which I shall pass on to my son and wait along with you for the next poem :mrgreen:
     
  8. Chitvish

    Chitvish Moderator IL Hall of Fame

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    Dear Sujathae,
    Can you please increase the font size, for easier viewing ? I do want to read them in detail. I suggest, you post it in a separate thread, for reaching more members. I do hope you will go ahead!
    Love,
    Chithra.
     
  9. sujathae

    sujathae Senior IL'ite

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    Dear Chitra madam, As suggested by you I have posted the poems in a separate thread. My daughter's Poems Pls read the same and give your valuable opinions. Kind regards, Sujatha
     
  10. meenaprakash

    meenaprakash Silver IL'ite

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    Dear Chitrajan,

    How did I miss this thread??????????????
    Wonderful poem & pls give my wishes to Abhi.
    So, he was the one who visited you recently and you were busy going around??? just reading that I could feel you both share a beautiful bond.
    pls do share more of his poems in the future.

    Love,
     

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