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Roadside Locksmith
The locksmith sits on the roadside with his wares A tilted black umbrella blocks the sun’s glare A mountain of master keys heaped on the ground Some dull, some old Some rusty, some gold Roadside Locksmith [Illustration by Shinod AP] The locksmith has the answer to every locked door That can’t be opened because the key’s not there And if you have a key that is lonely and lost Don’t worry, don’t fret...
Little Blue Daisies
Little Blue Daisies [Illustration by Shinod AP] Little blue daisies in my flowerbed First came the ladybird red red red Fly away ladybird said the daisy blue Poor little ladybird flew flew flew Then came the grasshopper green green green He hid in the leaves not to be seen Hop away grasshopper, said the daisy blue Poor little grasshopper Went hop, hop hop Third came the bumblebee black black black...
Kappu goes to the Zoo
Kappu maharaj, where are you going? Zoo! What will you see there? Bear! But how will you go? Car! And, may I ask with who? You! Kappu goes to the Zoo [Illustration by Shinod AP]
Message in the bottle
I watched the tide From my little house by the seaside I didn’t have to wait long to find what the waves had brought along a bottle with a message in it, it looked like a message, at least I ran to pick up the bottle And took out from it a coiled paper As I smoothened it, And peered deep Message in the bottle [Illustration by Shinod AP] The yellowing paper came apart...
Haroo, the Croc
Here’s a lazy crocodile Snoozing on the bank He is quick at catching prey So do keep off his tank! His skin is rough, his teeth so sharp And he is moody too So don’t annoy or throw him stones And take care what you do! Haroo, the Croc [Illustration by Sudheer Nath] (C) Swapna Dutta
Parrots in My Garden
When it’s early morning Before it’s really light A flock of parrots flies across Looking trim and bright They swoop down on the juicy grams Which I love to throw They are not afraid of me The way they come and go! Soon my lawn is clean and clear Of every little grain Parrots in My Garden [Illustration by Sudheer Nath] And then the parrots leave the place To fly back once again....
Messy Kappu
Kappu maharaj sat on the bed Clothes soiled in yellow mess Playing with a plastic ball He wasn’t bothered about it all. Mamma took him in her arms Felt his bottoms with her palm “Kappuji, what did you do? Let’s quickly get you a panty new.” Messy Kappu [Illustration by Shinod AP]
Milk! Milk! Milk!
Morning, afternoon, evening, night Kappu wants milk all the time He drinks six bottles in a day And always feels contented and gay. Bananas and biscuits mashed in milk Are things that Kappu loves to drink As soon as he finishes drinking a bowl His mommy gives a kiss on his nose. Milk! Milk! Milk! [Illustration by Shinod AP]
Slow Dance
This poem came to us as a forwarded email and we do not know the name of its author. Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better slow down. Don’t dance so fast. Time is short. The music won’t last. Do you run through each day On the fly?...
Do You Like Fruits?
Apples in the winter time Chikoos in the fall Mangoes in the summer time I like it best of all! Oranges and kinnows bright Sugar-cane so sweet Melons and the juicy grape All of them – a treat! Do You Like Fruits? [Illustration by Anup Singh] (C) Swapna Dutta