The Little Girl and the Stars
THE LITTLE GIRL AND THE STARS
The Little Girl and the Moon
(A Collection of Juvenile Poems)
By
Menonim Menonimus
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To the lovelier hands
Of the children of the world
Who like to lisp the soft rhymed words.
.… Menonim Menonimus
CONTENTS
The Little Girl and the Moon
The Little Boy and the Stars
When I was little
Dear Mother
Dream Yester-night
The Clock
For the Joy of Bihu
Autumn
Thank God
Sing Thy Song
The Maid of Nature
By the Bank of Luit
My Dear Mother
Young
A Child
I Want to Shift My Abode
Love Yours and Mine
Where is the Grace of Youth
Skylark
Persuasion
Far off Flying Bird
Strange Fly
Joys in Nature
Self-dependence
Don’t Bemoan
Freedom will come again
Encaged Bird
The Moon
Beauty
Will come in Time
Dark Day
A Man Himself is
We are in Thy Hand
To God
In the Courtyard
Look at
What is Life
Truth Depends upon Time
To the Butterfly
Morning Prayer
I know not
Thank God
I’m a Little Child
Almighty God
Butterfly – I
Butterfly – 2
Butterfly – 3
Butterfly – 4
The Rain Drop
The Rose
Do Your Duty in Time
The Cuckoo
Do the Best
What a Joy it would be
Voices
All are Busy
The Song of Rain
Who am I?
I Love
Cuckoo
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THE LITTLE GIRL AND THE STARS
(TEXT)
The Little Girl and the Moon
Mother, mother! Look at the moon
Among clouds how it rushes soon,
Being a little girl I’m to go there
For all the time laid here!
Mother, mother! Does she speak
Either tea or milk does she drink?
Mother, mother! Come out and see
And all these things tell me. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
The Little Boy and the Stars
Who are you twinkling in the air
What are you doing sitting there?
I wonder you seem so fine and fair
Come down, come down, my dear.
From the far-off sky says the stars:
To meet you I’m unable to go there
No chariot, no plane, no stair is here
Please stay happy where you are.
“Please go to bed and sleep to-night
We shall talk again next night
Then I will show you a brighter light
Please do not call me to-night.” 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
When I Was Little
I am a poor little child
I can neither read nor write,
I’ve heard from my father
Ram and Ravana did fight.
Bravely they fought each other
For many days in wrath,
At last, Ram overcame Ravana
And sent him to death.
When I asked my father
Where he learnt these things,
Father said- things are in books
And I learn them by reading.
Since that day, I began to read
And learnt all the letters,
At first, I found so hard
To learn all those matters.
But today I can read
The books and books,
Though so vast they seem
To read at first look. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Dear Mother
Who has brought me up to young
Who showed me the light of morn?
Who lulled me singing a sweet song
-She is my mother, dear mother.
Who fondled me taking me in lap
Who soothed me at night to nap?
Who fed me fresh water from the tap
-She is my mother, dear mother.
Who showed me the stars so high
Who in my pain cried with a sigh
Coming and sitting so very nigh
-She is my mother, dear mother. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Dream Yester-night
Mother, mother,
I’ve dreamed a dream
In the dream, I went to a new world.
In that world, there is a sun
The sun gives white light
So much bright
In that bright light
I took a journey to the hill
On the hill, there was a tree
It was a very big tall tree
I took a rest there under the tree
Beside the tree, there was a lake
On that lake, I saw a flock of swans
They were swimming from east to west
Singing the song of funeral
I asked the swans- who is dead
They replied- our mother is death
We are orphans.
Suddenly I saw a lion coming near
Seeing it I began to run in fear
Then with a breath, I rushed to your lap.
This is the end of my dream.
So strange it seemed. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
The Clock
We have a clock hung on a wall
The clock calls tik, tik, tik
And bells and warns
At the time when an hour ends
And a new one begins. 0 0 0
For the Joy of Bihu
Why my heart dances like the wild fawns
When, to the world, comes spring?
Why my heart swells up in joy and pride
Like a dove with swift wings?
Why upon the flowers the birds fly
Welcoming the dappled beauty?
Why the stars of the far-off sky
Sparkle and dance in frailty?
Why upon the flowers and trees
Fly the bees and butterfly?
Why all the boys and girls in glee
To winter bid goodbye?
O, it is for our Bihu- a source of joy
It is our dearest season,
Here we embrace each other with love
And thus we build the vault of union. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Autumn
Autumn is thy name- Autumn, Autumn
On thy sky fresh clouds ever and anon,
After summer with charm thou comest
Rain comes but leaves off so fast.
With a fresh and calm and serene landscape
Autumn flowers bloom out of summer’s grave,
The weariness of long summer it drives
Long bond of humdrum life we leave.
With beauty, charm and transparent calm
If affects our pained heart like a balm,
Around the world with white green
It revives again the spirit of spring.
With this the entire world dances
Upon the sweat caused by summer, it fans
Certainly, if the spring is of seasons’ queen
Of all the seasons’ autumn is the Prince. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Thank God
Thank that Almighty God
He made the motley world,
And all the myriad trees
With their luscious fruits.
Thank that Almighty God
Of all, He is the great Lord
With beauty, joy and love
He makes us happy and laugh. 0 0 0
Sing Thy Song
Moon! Please sing thy song
With a silent voice sing thy song
Listening to thy heavenly melody
Let us be cheered up and happy.
Send thy silvern light
To enlighten dark night
Let us thy bliss enjoy
Make us live with joy.
Let me have some more
In beauty, you are not poor,
With a silent calm tongue
You are the richest of all. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
The Maid of Nature
In the state of beauty and gold
Soothing is it- not hot nor cold
Among the greens and hilly daisy
She plays with the laughing lily.
Rose- the sole maid of Nature
Knows nothing of pain and torture
Only joy and peace, peace and joy
Along with thy beauty let us enjoy. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
By the Bank of the Luit
I wander by the bank of the Luit
There the heavenly glory I meet,
The rippling flow of its water
Playing with whom I feel no fear.
Its every wave gives us delight
On its bank, the sun rises bright,
No tricks, no pretext is there
Your waves and fishes are so dear. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
My Dear Mother
River is rippling
It is beautiful.
The dove is soaring up
It is charming.
The rainbow is bowing
It is wonderful.
The fly is flying
It is heavenly.
The clouds are sailing
It is amazing.
Mother lulls her child
It is the best of love.
The rose is dancing in the wind
It is worth gazing.
The stars are twinkling
It is a source of ever joy.
But more beautiful is my mother
Who bore me on her womb.
More and more reverend is she
Who nursed me,
I’m more indebted to her
Who taught me to lisp.
My heartful thanks to her
Who lulled me on her lap,
More worthy of love is she
Who showed me the path of light. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Young
Young are they
Like the month of May
Who are good at heart
To whom pain is mirth.
Sleeping upon hay
Who can boldly say:
We are on the couch of rose
Neither woe nor remorse.
Who are busy with their deeds
Keeping away from misdeeds.
In troubles who never sigh
Whose ideal is always high.
Young are they
Who are always gay
Both in well and woe
Of none who is foe.
Even he is young
Who can sing a song
Both in sun and rain
Both in winter and spring. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
A Child
Once a lovely child
Went to the woods-
Where everything was mild
And in a pleasant mood.
She feared none, nothing
Neither lion nor snake
She played with all things
Their heads did she shake.
The tiger kissed
On her comely cheek
The lion kissed
On her red neck.
The snake came
And crept to her throat
So lovely so tame
Her affection it sought.
They played all day long
Exchanging kisses and love
All the wild beasts
Served as her maids. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
I Want to Shift My Abode
Where on the mosses
Under the bloomed roses,
Or behind the hills
Whence the brook flows,
From east to south
From west to north,
Where the fawns play
Beside the wavy bay,
Under the blue sky
To see the clouds go by,
Where the spring ripples
The wind blows humming,
The birds wake up in morn
With a smiling face, no mourn,
Away from the noisy world
I want to shift my abode
To that evergreen place
I wish to live in peace. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Love Yours and Mine
Love yours and mine will remain forever
All things must die but love dies never.
My love is like a bright morning star
To usher the bright golden days near
If you’re with me I’ve no fear.
Something is good or better than nothing
To the eyes of true Love, fair is everything.
Whatever trouble is faced they can bear.
Love can turn foul things into fair
But true love is always green and fair
All pains and sorrows true love can bear. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Where is the Grace of Youth
Where have gone thy grace and beauty
The pride of thy youth
The splendour of your mouth
The blooming breast
Now damped by the mist
Every organ of thine looks filthy. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Skylark
It was in my long past prime
I heard the song of a skylark
With care, my ears did mark
Now all is past, I’m in slime.
Melodious song did she sing
To my whorled ears
At night forgetting fear
With joy it made my heart swing.
Now for years, I’ve not heard her
The heavenly darling
Sweet song singing
I’m mad of its song to hear.
Nature’s glory, sky’s pride, heart’s queen
Now is no more
My heart pains in sour
Since her departure, I’m gloomy, not fine.
But when I recall my moments with the lark
My heart fills with pleasure
Joys get up beyond measure
My heart feels light, not dark. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Persuasion
When you will die, the lug-worm shall bite
On your virgin limbs, on thy knots, on thy organs
You will have no strength, no will to fight.
Against the worm to protect thee from harm
The ants shall enter into thy mouth and nose
And eat away your golden hairs and ears.
Beauty is your pride that chose a life full of foul
Then why you keep yourself away from a fly
Showing vain pride of thy airy beauty.
So without delay soon come nigh
Don’t lead against love a vain mutiny. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Far-off Flying Bird
Thou fly up so far to the sky, o bird
Furrowing the pores of the fickle air
Thou the darling of the flying herd
The morning’s minion far-off and near.
Thy ascending is like souring up to my master
More quick than the mind of a mother
None can surpass thee flying up faster
Are you up to meet our saviour?
If it is your goal, carry up my entity
From this muddy mundane mortal world
With thee let me ascend to the realm of beauty.
I am laying here being crestfallen tenfold.
Some call thee large hawk or falcon
The turbulent, fleshy, robust bird’s son
In the word of Hopkins you are windhover
But I think you are a Christ-like ascender. 0 0 0The Little Girl and the Stars
Strange Fly
Strange fly, heartily welcome to thee
A new native of Nature twice welcome to thee
God’s graceful glory, thrice welcome to thee
Thy first appearance has bewitched me.
Thanks to Him who has created thee
With coupled, dappled, double dye
How lively, how comely thou art to see
Being jealous of thee, all make a sigh.
Day-light is only a dim dusty dark
In front of thy very variegated beauty
When you are in my sight, I fail to mark
All other beautiful things of Almighty.
Tell me who has bestowed on thee
Such high heavenly glorious grace
Oh, how glorified you seem to me
He is ever fortunate who looks at thy face. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Joy in Nature
The sweet fruits hang down like willow
The grapes drop down into my mouth,
Blows the wind fresh and mellow
From the high hills to the sea- south.
The snow-flake roars and breaks down
The laughing tulips bloom lovely,
Flows the fountain, leaps the fawn
The stars above head shine finely.
The birds sing to my twisted ears
The cuckoo bids me a warm welcome,
Only joys and peace around me there
All are in a gay mood- Nature’s fame.
My heart craves to enjoy them long
Amid joy my heart leaps and swings
Hearing songs from peacock’s tongue
Seeing the wild flies smiling and dancing.
But woe is- joys are not for the poor
I must leave it soon in search of food. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Self Dependence
Sister, cease to look and enjoy the wide sea
Playing and dancing with the waves,
Or with the green-blue valley to be glee
It is time to harvest to reap, to sheave.
Look how the yellow paddy and wheat
Are leaping to and fro in the wind!
Our yellow gold, our hungry belly’s mate
Take the sickle in hand and cut and bind.
Sing songs feel joy and make sheaves
Gather and glean from the green field
Cease to listen to the humming bees
Cease to enjoy the beauty of woods wild.
He and she both are rich whose green field
Provides corps and all delicious food
Whose trees provide with wood to build
Houses and homes to live in a gay mood.
Happy be he who stands on his own feet
Whose goats and lambs give milk and meat. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Don’t Bemoan
Don’t bemoan friend, it is vain
To lament the loss of one’s beloved
He is far away from to be thine.
Time will come and sweep away all
The comely beauty from his breast
Take patience and wait for the time.
To come and see him fly up like vapour
And see him more to turn into mist
And then you will smile.
Within your heart and thank
Saying: I was in vain pursuit
And lament for what is buried! 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Freedom Will Come Again
We are mad of Freedom
The challenge of life has come
Exchanging with death
We have got our freedom
How many days will it last?
Soon we become the victim of
Terrorism and caste-ism
To fight against these
We have to call up Gandhi and Subash
Every Indian must have to be
Nehru, Petal and Azad.
To meet the needs of women
Some Sarojini must come
Then each woman of the land
Must be Laxmi- bhai.
The Punjab again will give birth to
Some Bhagat Singh
To fight against terrorism
He will encourage us again.
‘Joi Hind’, ‘Bandee Mataram’ will be sung again.
Every youth must forget
To commit sin and crime
Maulana, Pandit all will take food
From the same plate.
Hindu Muslim being a union
The tri-coloured flag will hoist.
For freedom we are mad
The challenge of life has come
Again we will have freedom
The call of joy will come. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Encaged Bird
Human bird weeps being confined
In skin mortal coarse body,
Like a caged pigeon or sparrow bird
Hanging on to feed his belly.
It is like the dark stomach of the earth
Unable to be out if quake does not help,
The body is itself a burning hearth
And burn the encaged soul self.
It hankers after to rise up in vain
Ignoring the vehemence of Heaven,
Who tries to bring it out suffer pain
Wise is he who thinks it is divine. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
The Moon
At dead night when all were in sleep
It was only I that came out stealthily,
Ignoring the black, dark, dust and deep
To talk with the moon that shone finally.
It shone and sent me her beam tenderly
I took them up with my bony finger,
And along it embraced me lovely
As it came up to my soul so dear.
It danced and sang in tongueless melody
Lulling and consoling my ache,
And bade me warm welcome heartily
For life, joy and love’s sake.
My heart being overjoyed danced and danced
Forgetting my life’s frustration,
Now no moon, all is seared and bleared
Joy is to feel only from my recollection. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Beauty
Nothing there is to preserve thy beauty
All thy charm must run away
Like sailing cloud
With the passing of hours and days.
No chamber, no refrigerator, no chest
Can keep thy charm intact.
Thy waist would hang down like a willow
The face would turn wrinkled
Eyes would be swollen
Ears would hardly hear
Belly would suffer from dyspepsia
The tongue would be stammering
Teeth would drop down
Like yellow leaves
Thy Will would dry up
Hardly would any drop of juice come out
While squeezed.
It is grave only that can easily
Perpetuate thy charm and beauty. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Will You Come on Time
Let you not be fed with a venomous feast
Keep away thy mind
Be wise, heed to read
With the glory of Swaraswati let you be blest.
Though beauty bewitches you and your lust
Be away from that chamber
Not make your life darker.
On good deeds let your wills be rest.
It is time to build your life and career
Not to be maddened by desire
To good deeds be dearer
Abstain from misdeed and honesty always bear. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Dark Day
I woke up from my morning bed and felt dark
Around me, surrounding me
That flew humming like a bee
Everything faded, paled, nothing bright was to mark.
The earth seemed to be ceased to go round the sun
The rose from plants dropped down
The smile of the sun sank down
Cut down were the fathers of the swimming swan.
That day Indiraji was shot down by a volley of bullets
That woeful, cruel morning
Made us weep and sigh
Symbol of harmony, peace India’s amulet. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
A Man Himself is
A man himself is a divine god
Made of God’s own image,
He is an Angel and she a goddess
Hence his heart longs for Heaven.
A man himself is a burning hell
Since sin is inborn,
A man himself is a bright sun
Burns within and mourns.
A man within is both a man and a woman
Hence he is an egoist,
A man himself is a microcosm
Sunk in sigh and mist.
A man himself is lower than a beast
Hence there is bloodshed,
A man himself is more than a Devil
Hence with cruelty he is fed. 0 0 0
We Are in Thy Hand
We are in thy hand
Lovelier flowers,
That bloom and spread fragrance
And the beauty and then withers.
We are in thy hand
Sea surges,
That dance over waves and waves
And sink down forever.
We are in thy hand
A revolution
That struggles with two hands and arms
And goes down. 0 0 0
To God
God,
If I’m a star
Let me have light.
If I’m a planet
Let humanity within.
If I’m a flower
Let me have honey.
If I’m an Angel
Let me safeguard mankind
From all evils.
If I’m made a man
Let me be perfect.
And with thy perfectness
Let the world be enlightened. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
In The Courtyard
In the courtyard of a poet
Is the silver light
To burst open the poet’s passion
The poet keeps himself sitting
Biting the pen.
He dies not lives not
Yet struggles to die and to live. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Look at
To the moon look at
O my dear maid
You are beautiful
But not as what you look at.
Look at the wild lily
You are more beautiful than thy kind
But not than what you look at.
Look at the blue sky
You are chaste and pure
But not than what you look at.
Look at the morning dew
You are beautiful as a red rose
But not as a drop of morning dew
That you look at. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
What is Life
Off and on I question myself
What is life?
I think, I feel and then found
It is strife.
Sometimes I think life is nothing
Or like a dream
As a babe dreams and forgets
So it is my time.
Sometimes I ask –what death is
Is it embodied pain
To get rid of the earth’s weariness
And sufferings?
Sometimes I think- Death is the path
That leads us to the state of Immortality. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Truth Depends Upon Time
Truth is changing, it depends upon Time
Depends upon human looks and mind.
Truth is a mystery, remains always a mystery
It is a thing of God, the source of Eternity.
A transparent truth years before Christ
Now is no truth in the hand of Scientists.
Today’s false would be tomorrow’s truth
In our truth then people would laugh.
As in antique time, men did see and run
After the gods of woods walking like a fawn.
Bestowed with petty ears and short feet
With a horn and a tail like that of a goat.
She nursed all the trees and woods and greens
As her own dear children and offspring.
Who is there in our time to believe
We call this ancient blind faith.
And comment as a mere mystic story is it
Told by the wise sages to lull our hearts a bit.
Again a time would come, Faun will revive
And protect us and guide the woods and trees.
And people would comment on our knowledge
To be confined to some blind bondage.
As before Copernicus sun moved round our Earth
That was then people’s white truth.
Today we believe the Earth moves round the sun
Now their truth is our white false and fun.
Time would come and then men believe
The earth no more runs round the sun
And then our belief people would shun. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
To The Butterfly
Why do you make delay?
I’m out of joy and glee,
Why do you forget me?
I’m to play with thee.
Are you in a state of forgetfulness?
Keeping me in a state of weariness,
Or are you someone’s fiancée
Or like me in pain falling in trance?
Love, the love of thine and mine
Like a May morning fine,
But oh! I’m confined in prison
Oh! you forsook me without reason. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Morning Prayer
O my dear, dear great God
Thou art the creator of all,
Cherisher, saviour, the Lord
And the father of us all.
Save us from devilish deed,
Keep away from wicked heed
Please show us the paths
Shown by the pious.
Help us feel thy grace
Bless us to enlighten our race. 0 0 0
I Know Not
I know not- where art thou
In the garden among the flowers
With beautiful petal that blooms
To provide us with joy in gloom?
Or art thou in the sky
To see the clouds go by
Or art thou among the stars
To guide the great universe? 0 0 0
Thank God
We thank you for thy grace
That we breathe the air so fresh.
For the flower that blooms
And for thy care to the grooms.
We thank you for the light
And for the dark starry night
Those make us happy and please
Let us grow with thy kind bliss. 0 0 0
I’m a Little Child
Oh! I’m a poor little child
I know no devotion,
Father says: to every good child
Thou provide ration.
I’ve heard – thou love the child
More than the mother,
Keeping away from human eyes
Take care of us as a father.
Oh my God, please love me more
Let me feel thee,
Though I know not how to pray
Yet I entreat to love me.
Please guide me that I can become
A dearer good child,
Please teach me how to pray thee
And make me mild. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Almighty God
Who has neither father nor mother
But the father of all
-He is our great God.
Who has no creator
But creates us all
-He is our great Lord.
Who worships none
But whom we all worship
-He is our great God,
Who has neither birth nor death
But controls the both
-He is the Almighty God.
Who never eats, drinks and sleeps
But creates them all
-He is our great God,
Who is never to be governed
But governs the worlds
-He is our great omniscient Lord. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Butterfly-1
I love you my dear butterfly
I’m in love with you
Where have you got robes
So beautiful so new?
Bah! How queen-like you seem
Where you come from
Please come and take perch
On my love full bosom. 0 0 0
Butterfly-2
O, my dear butterfly
When you go to sky,
Please accompany me
All the things to see.
Let me enjoy the stars
And the black showers,
Visiting the moon
I shall return soon. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Butterfly-3
Tell me the tale of the sky
I see you go by
Is it the abode of our Lord
So graceful so kind?
Tell me soon – tell me
Do the stars talk with thee?
Do they love you
You seem so fresh and new! 0 0 0
Butterfly- 4
Come on my dear fly
We are to play with thy
Come on and with us play
Play and let us be gay.
Please come on to my flowers
And never go to the showers
Stay here, play with flowers
And please play with I. 0 0 0
The Raindrop
O the silver flying shower
I wish to feel you more
Come in the early morning
And fill my heart with raining.
Your song makes me happy
While you fall look so pretty
Fall again on my housetop
Fall again never stop. 0 0 0
The Rose
O my dear golden rose
Where you got thy beauty?
Tell me, please tell me
Again let me enjoy thee.
Who is your mother
Who is your cherisher?
Tell me and give me
Little beauty from thee. 0 0 0
Do Your Duty in Time
Do your duty on time
With all your might,
Read at morn and night
Let you be bright.
Perform all your duty
Never be lazy,
Duty makes us happy
Keep always busy.
Wash your hand and face
Before taking your food,
Do your household deed
Be cheerful and good.
Obey all these rules
Play well but little,
It is the way to be good
At home or at school. 0 0 0
The Cuckoo
O black-bird, cuckoo
Where are you going to
Kou, kou, kou calling
Why are you flying?
Come on, dear cuckoo
Come on to my lap
I’ll give the golden nest
And the fruits best. 0 0 0
Do the Best
Do the best, do your best
Then you will be blest,
Dear little boy, dear boy
Play little with the toy.
Prepare your lesson everyday
Remember- Sunday is holiday,
Wash your clothes on that day
Go to school all remaining day.
At school or at playground
Do your best, do your best
Remain cheerful and be happy
Never be wicked, be friendly. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
What a Joy It Would Be
If the water of the sea
Becomes sweet tea
If the moon of the remote
Comes down to my home
– What a joy it would be!
If the cloud of the sky
Comes down to my garden
If the sun shines at night
And brighten my cell
-What a joy it would be!
If the birds of the forest
Sing song in my nest
If the fly of pied colour
Gives me her mirth
-What a joy it would be! 0 0 0
Voices
The cloud calls ‘gir, gir, gir’
The spring glides ‘jir, jir, jir’
The crow sings ‘ka, ka, ka’
The child laughs ‘ha, ha, ha.’
The wind blows ‘rib, rib, rib’,
In cold, we tremble ‘hir, hir, hir’
The fog calls ‘ga, ga, ga’.
Faw bird sings ‘fa, fa, fa.’ 0 0 0
All Are Busy
“I am busy”, says the bee
All the day gathering honey
And making hive, don’t see?
‘I am busy”, says the bee.
“I am busy”, says the star
Twinkling at night in the sky
Guiding the showers go by
“I am busy’, says the star.
‘I am busy”, says the earth
You and all may behold
I do my duty in mirth
‘I am busy”, says the earth.
All are busy singing their songs
Performing duties all day long. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
The Song of Rain
‘I am rain’, your dear rain
Upon me depends your grain
When I fall, it is not in vain.
I fall when your plant needs
With my juice grows the seeds
Peasants till the land with greed. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
Who am I?
I fly up the sky a lot,
Both in cold and hot
Sometimes I am in the ground
Sometimes I am in the pond.
I am also in the cloud
Making a black crowd
I am the friend of farmer
My name rhymes with ‘mother’.
I am bliss from heaven
Now say: what is my name?
You are none but ‘water’
That rhymes with ‘mother’. 0 0 0
I Love
I love all the flowers that bloom
Fondle them holding to my bosom,
The rose, the marigold, the lotus
Make swell my heart so much,
Not the beauty and fragrance mere
But also the thorns that they bear.
I love the eastern sky in the morn
After dawn, the sun shows its horn,
Giving away its generous silver gold
Spreading all its wings that it holds,
With them, my heart leaps up in joy
They call me to play being a toy. 0 0 0
Cuckoo
Cuckoo is a cunning bird.
It is black in colour.
It lays eggs in crow’s nest.
To avoid nursing labour.
It appears in April and May
To make us happy and gay.
In a loud voice, it sings
Conveying us good tidings. 0 0 0
The Little Girl and the Stars
*The End*
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