✰¢reative ¢onstellation✰: #52 Collection of Childhood poetry

Collection of Childhood poetry

This post is about my journey with poetry which grew as a hobby. In this post, you are going to read poems composed by me during my school days out of which few got published in school magazine and others helped me bagging prizes in various competitions.

As a child, I loved sitting in the last bench in the classroom as it offered me enough space to do my own task when I found the things going around me uninteresting. I composed my first poem when I was in class VI which was on “Mother”. During those days I had almost no idea about the feelings involved in poetry rather I focused mainly on rhyming words and schemes. With the passage of time, I got exposed to literary world and work of different poets, fascinated me. At the same time, I started to develop an insight to the connection of language with human feelings. In later years, I found it quite amusing to experiment with rhymes, words and feelings.

My earlier poems might seem boring or immature to readers or you might find few errors in them, but let me remind you about the fact that I composed them as a child. I’m posting them as they were composed because these are what I thought then. I’ve preserved them because they give me an overview of the evolution of my poetry as well as motivate me to create more. So, you are gonna get exposed to the pristine form my poetry.

The poems have been arranged in a chronological order (from Std 6^th to 12^th) on the basis of classes(mentioned at the end of each poem).

1.Mother

Mother,mother,mother

She always bothers

She is sweet as flowers

She is happy as shower.

She looks happy

When I do my work

She looks annoyed

When I do mischieves.

She is active

Sometimes passive

And fills colors in my life

So, I pray God for her long life.

Mother, Mother, Mother

Sweet as flowers

Happy as blowers

And bright as colors.

Class VI

2.Summer

Summer

In schools, we invite newcomers

The plants are filled with flowers

Flowers are of different colors.

We eat ice cream

We make our chess team

In the cricket match, India also wins

We don’t forget to swim.

We get a long vacation

In our mind, we don’t have any tension.

We watch movies in television

We think it to be the best season.

We try to complete our homework

Because we have to do other works

It gives the best experience in life

Seasons are of different types.

CLASS- VI

3. VILLAGE

Village is the place

With which we all are connected

Sometimes in our childhood

We enjoyed in its bed.

It is famous

For its nature’s beauty

The heart of the villagers

Are filled with purity.

Sometimes I go to see

Fares in my village

I play Kabaddi with

My friends in the village.

People are busy

They don’t waste their time

They work hard to

Earn some money

Village gives us the lesson

To not waste the time

To become a good citizen

And to purify our mind.

CLASS- VI

4. TSUNAMI

Many people encountered

With this dreadful event

When it took away everything

Within 2-3 minutes.

It controlled everything

With its fist

When the children became orphan

And many schools broke down.

Who will give

Help to those victims?

But remember

They might be your brother or kin.

CLASS VII

5. A LITTLE BOY

I saw a little boy

Who was holding a lovely toy.

He was very cute

And was wearing a black colored boot.

I called him

And offered him an ice cream

He was very naughty

And sometimes became haughty.

I went to his home

It looked like the city of Rome.

I put a cover on his copy.

He said “I’m very lucky”.

He asked me about the father of nation

I suggested him not to take tension.

He showed me many stickers

Of different jokers.

That’s all about him

He was fond of ice- cream.

CLASS – VII

6. SCIENCE HAS FORMED

Give the answer to the question

What is science?

Hey, children do not lose your conscience

Learn more about science.

Do you think that it is easy?

But you see, it’s crazy.

Like the falling of rain

Which can refresh your brain.

Something so special

Can you tell its name, actual?

Which is full of fun

Don’t compare it to the toy gun.

How does the turbine turn?

How does a baby born?

To give an end to your eagerness

Science has formed.

CLASS VII

7. QUESTION PAPER

Question Paper

While listening to this word

Some become tensionful

While other remains very cool.

Can you say that it

Is so terrible

It is full of all

Easy and difficult problems.

It can tell about

Your future

When your answer sheet is

Checked by the teacher.

Do not worry

Study and study regularly

This is made of paper

Which tells us not to become a slacker.

CLASS VII

8. WHILE STARING AT THE NIGHT SKY

While staring at the night sky

Something which sprinkle the ray of light

Thereby form a lovely and beautiful sight

Which attract us towards those little sparkling light.

These stars are very far from us

Can you tell me what is its cause?

But we are very short in height

Twinkle, twinkle all the night.

Sometimes I wonder

Who takes care of them there?

Destroying all the darkness

Spreading the wonderful brightness.

For me those are so special

But they aren’t made up of any metal

One, two, three and infinite

Don’t compare them with the kite.

CLASS VII

9. BEAUTIFUL NATURE

The environment is very green

Because of the trees

Once I was very keen

To catch the humming bees.

The sweet little birds

Sing us to sleep

By listening to those

We do not fall asleep.

The gentle wind which blows

Feels our heart with great delight

The river which flows

And makes that a bright sight.

The diversities which we find

From the nature

It is very important to be kind

Towards its various creatures.

It is our duty

To enhance its beauty

And to make a city

Full of happiness and prosperity.

CLASS VIII

10.COMPOSING POEMS

Composing poem is a skill

When you start composing

You feel like reciting beyond your will

It is itself an art

You’ll become very smart.

At first , you may find

Yourself completely in water

And sometimes think of leaving this matter

Beating the head and scratching the hair.

And will go out to breathe in fresh air.

Then you lift yourself up

But actually find it very tough

By holding the pen you start concentrating

At one point for sometime

And keep on finding and finding.

At last you are successful

In reciting the poem

You feel very cheerful

And think that it is the best

Method of expression.

This poem helped me bagging 1st prize in Creative writing competition at school level.

CLASS VII

11.GOD

God, O God

An invisible prayer

A month, a day and an hour

Shaped by that mighty power.

Over and Over

We bend our head

In front of his feet

But it is difficult to believe

Does he really exist?

It is in our devotion or imagination

Which helps us to believe he exists

We never do wrong

As he always guides.

He , who is the master

And has all the control

No one is deprived of his mercy

As his rules pervade over all.

Published in school magazine
CLASS VIII

12. ALL COVET,ALL LOSE

A man was lost

In the dense forest

But he had to reach home

At any cost.

Walked he beyond and beyond

In the darkness of the forest

Discovered a depression in the ground

Where, there sat a saint.

He did not control his excitement

Asked the saint with full confidence

To show him the path

That could fascinate his heart.

Smiled the saint with suspicion

And paused to answer that

There was an unlimited treasure

Which would last forever.

That was a great enlightment

Which was very far away from his expectation

He soon developed an intense desire

Of owning all the treasure.

Thinking about the treasure

He was filled with immense pleasure

He marched forward

Like a gallant but not a like a coward.

At first he found gold shining

Approached near it

At a distance he found a lump of silver

Then some crystals of diameter.

Farther and farther he went

He saw more and more diamond

He was intoxicated in the worldly greed

But was a greatest fool indeed.

At that time he forgot that

He had to return back

When he reached the end of the forest

He was taken aback.

The giggling sound could be heard

Of the beast having long beard

The man was caught up in frenzy

At that time , he was almost half crazy.

The beast introduced himself

To be the supreme owner

And the treasure keeper

Of the extra stretching forest.

He let his eyes to

Fall on the treasure fed sac

He came closer

And gave the man a slap.

It seemed impossible for

The man to escape from his trap

He was conditioned to

Donate his treasure fed sac.

To his surprise the beast vanishes

In the next moment

There was nothing left with him

Except repentance and sorrow.

What can we conclude?

“All covet, all lose.”

“A hen in hand is worth two in bush.”

It is up to us which way we choose.

CLASS IX

13.MY VISIT TO MATHURA & VRINDANVAN

Mathura and Vrindavan are the places of pilgrimage

Which bear the memories of Lord Krishna

The living, non-living everything chants

One and only one name Lord Krishna.

The natural beauty with holy scent

Creates a paradise

The prevalent eternal serenity

Builds it into a unique city.

The way to the temple over the hill

Was not smooth but full of pebbles

Walking bare footed over those

Made us exhausted and troubled.

I was not alone

Tolerating he scorching heat but

Was accompanied by my family and fellow travelers

Holding the basket full of flowers.

Inspite of those hindrances

We had the spirit to witness the almighty

We reached the temple till evening

It was the time of prayers and offerings.

The temple shone as if it was burning

The devotees were intoxicated

In reciting the hymns

Which described the Lord and his belongings.

For some moment, those prayers

Took us to Krishna’s time

We could no longer think about that

When the bells were made to chime.

It is the result of their

Love and deep devotion

Which made people think that

Lord Krishna is still alive.

The experiences of my visit

Left a deep imprint on my mind

Indeed a heaven on Earth

A place for visit.

CLASS IX

14.AN ISLAND OF THE DARK

Theme: Through this poem, I want to convey the message that Beauty does not alone lies in the outer appearance (All that glitters is not gold!!). When we try to rely on the outer appearance, we tend to miss out so many relevant things.

An island of the dark

Situated amidst an unknown ocean

Uncountable drops constitute that ocean

Like any other ocean.

Though similar as other oceans

Yet it is different

Specialties are its parts

Hidden in its core, deep inside

Lies a treasure of unusualties

And certain mysteries

Who has bothered to unveil those?

No one.

So it lays there the same forever.

Dark island gets darker

As the hours pass

The sky above it lays still

With few birds and scavengers.

Yet there is much hope in it

Because it is a site of

Enormous food and breathtaking beauty

An ordinary bird can’t behold it,

As they rely upon the outer appearances

Very few having faith on them

Enter it to avail

Those amenities and absorb its splendor.

So eternal and divine it is!!

Which has been designed for that purpose.

But, it is rarely used.

Those who have discovered it

Are now thriving on it.

How fortunate are they!

Because they followed their heart at first

Rather than their eyes.

They accepted the unusualties of the island

As gift from god to possess

Rather than blaming them.

They know the natural process

So, they don’t see it differently.

They are now parts of it

And respect each of its component

And dream of dying on its land

And it is very true that

They find their souls in heaven

Resting in peace.

17.04.2010

CLASS XI

15.The World of Poets

The world of poet is
built up of words with imaginations,
which express his internal feelings,
which is like a music in air
creating an eternal effect
around the readers who can
catch each expression thrown out
by the poem as it advances.

The poem is a flow, an unique one,
depends upon the direction
in which it has been made to flow.
All its components are its own.
It flows forth and collects
the things coming on its way
and its flow also reveals
the purpose behind it.

And how do these flows flow?
These are the flows of ink
flowing over a piece of paper
which are born out of emotions and imagination
and get directions from it.
It carries issues or messages
wrapped in Literature, a medium.

Such is the world of poet
narrative and imaginative
full of pictures to be seen.
It may have resemblance with
the world of a painter.
It means how it is
interpreted by others.
The owners of such worlds
can create something out of nothing,
which is quite unusual.
29.04.2010
Class XII

16. A Speechless Warning

To my enemies,

I warn you all.

Get stuck to your place

Lest you should fall

From the pinnacle of hallucination

Which might set your wit in motion.

Shed off the feeling of being superior

As it would never let you feel

The experience of a

Gallant warrior.

Do notice that I warn you

Through my unsaid dialogues