British gypsy

British gypsy

I roam around the world on my feet,

Surviving the nature's cool and heat.

I go around without my British tea,

The forests are full of hopping flea.

There are so many people, I have met,

But the only loyal friend is my pet.

I go around in weather so bad,

But nothing makes me feel sad,

I am happy being a gypsy,

With no mode of transport,

And no place to live.

I have all to take but nothing to give.

Even under the deserts hot sun,

Nothing seems to take away the fun!!!!!

A funny poem on 'friends'

friends

You have friends who are fat,

If you would hit them with your bat,

They would wobble like a jelly,

They cant see their own belly.

They don't feel a thing when hit,

They are always fighting to remain fit.

They don't like playing outside,

But they will be able to withstand a tide.

They don't care what anyone says,

As long as they don't ask them to play

Freedom to express

You have the freedom to choose on how you wish to express,

Either by tears,

Or by making fear.

Doing hardwork to make your parents proud,

Or by being a part of the common crowd.

You can choose to express yourself elegantly,

Or by exploding on people unexpectedly.

You should have the freedom to express your feelings quietly,

Rather than being out of privacy.

You can be sober,

You can be kind,

Or you can just express yourself by beating his behind.

Aspire to inspire

Aspire to inspire

The goal is to keep the momentum flowing,

That is what you should be showing.

Keep the goal in mind,

And true motivation you shall find.

Go for excellence and not for success,

This is one of the most important steps.

Make sure you fix everything in time,

Or you will remember it in future as unexpected crime.

Inspiration is what makes us go on,

Days of ease are so gone.

There are times when we feel stuck in our game of life,

When we feel being pin-pointed by a knife.

But don't lose faith in yourselves

Follow these rules and refill your shelves.

With new dreams and goals to reach for,

And surely you will help others soar,

To reach new limits too,

As they are inspired to aspire by you.

My Mother

My mom has has brown hair,
She's the one standing there.
She is the prettiest of all,
She is the best, i may recall.
She is exquisite about everthing,
Oh, she's just a sweet thing!
Mom, Mom shining bright,
Her eye is the one which really shows might.
I love her alot,
She is my golden jackpot.
I tell my mom, when she isn't alright,
" Don't worry mom, we'll see what we can do to make it right" !
I just wanna tell you mom,
I will always love you alot! :)

The Tyger by William Blake

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye.
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies,
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand,dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder,and what art,
Could twist the sinews of they heart?
And when they heart began to beat.
what dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile His work to see?
Did he who made lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

-william blake

The crucial two overs (Sonnet)

It was a cold clear thursday at the ground,
waiting for the match to start.
we won the toss and we chose to bat,
Our teams first shot-a six-did astound!
The openers got rather quickly out.
I got my batting atlast,
Then i got my runs rather fast.
As I was caught the caption did shout.

We finished our batting at Ninety Six,
We gave them a tough time to try their tricks.
In the last two overs,it was down to Fifty runs,
Our bowlers proved inept,giving wides like distributing buns.
We walked away the field really sad,
about the miss oppurtunities we had. :(

------Based on a real life story.