This is my school,
Here we spend our six hours cool,
Here the teacher behave well,
But we always yell,
They always say and blame that,
"You don't have any shame".
They ask what have you done,
And then we all start making fun,
Whenever that bell starts ringing,
We all start singing,
And when the teacher comes,
She start punishing and then,
We start crying and complaining.
This is how we spend our school hours.

I love you,
You love me,
We are a happy family,
With a great big hug and kiss from me to you,
You also say you love me too!

If I had my child to raise all over again I'd finger Paint more and point my finger less,
I'd do less correcting, and more connecting,
I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes,
I would care to know less, and know to care more,
I'd take more hikes and fly more kites,
I'd stop playing serious, and seriously play,
I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars,
I'd do more hugging and less tugging,
I would be more firm less often and affirm much more,
I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later,
I'd teach less about the love of power,
And more about the power of love.

Meri Gaiyaa(Cow) aati hai.
Mujhko dhood pilati hai.

Sabko achee lagti hai.
Gore rang mein sajti hai.

Baache sab aa jate hain.
Usko pyar jatate hain.

Uska ek baccha hai.
Uchaal kood karta hai.

Holiday, holiday,
No work, only play,
Throught the day;
Now the holidays are over,
The burden of exams has started to hover,
Still i want to play,

But mom says work more and less play,
Papa says work while you work and play while you play,
This is the right way.

EARLY TO BED EARLY TO RISE,
MAKES LITTLE RAJU,
HEALTHY WEALTHY AND WISE.

Wedding Poems