poetry

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!!

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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!!!