The Stars
This is a poem written by Nikhil, my nephew who is about 8 years old. Besides being an intelligent kid who loves to read and play, he’s an awesome big brother to the impish 2 1/2 year old Sanjana.
The Stars
Come out, come out
My dear little stars
Night will soon be here
If you don’t come out
I can’t see you appear.
I am standing at my balcony
And I can’t stay for long
As my mother is coming back soon
And she’ll call me back
Oh no!
Here she comes
I’m sorry but I must go
I wish I could see you shine
In that vast coat of black
But sadly now I must go
But please you don’t go!!
The River – by Nikhil Idiculla
This is a poem written by Nikhil, my nephew who is about 8 years old. Besides being an intelligent kid who loves to read and play, he’s an awesome big brother to the impish 2 1/2 year old Sanjana.
The River
It squiggles and wriggles
And houses many fish
And at dawn and dusk
It reflects the sun
It makes the land around it fertile
That so many plants can grow
But if you throw any old toy or shoe
You can cause a lot of woe
Be careful and take care of rivers
It is a very precious thing
If we let anyone spoil the river
It can affect the whole world!!!
