Gjør som tusenvis av andre bokelskere
Abonner på vårt nyhetsbrev og få rabatter og inspirasjon til din neste leseopplevelse.
Ved å abonnere godtar du vår personvernerklæring.Du kan når som helst melde deg av våre nyhetsbrev.
The Fish Bowl My son one day told me mom the fish is making some sound, I thought may be he discovered a fact Then he showed me his school fish craft, He told me mom the fish wants to fly, I said no but then he'd cry, He told me mom the fish can walk, I told my son I think we need to talk, To bring him back from his imagination, I bought him a gold fish bowl for his persuasion, Then, he fed it daily with love and crumb And named it Goldy for its golden skin, It was she he got to know , when he saw her fry swim, It was a surprise for me too Then he named the family dew She and her fry became his best friends Because they never shout nor disturb never demand any herb, You just feed them once or twice then also they will be too nice They never pee here and there or loiter on my bed They never make a single sound or never get upset They never bark day and night leaving me upright, Only once in month you change the water and they will be happy and give you a good look, It all started from my son's expert brain Then he told me it was all his plan...
Siddharth's poems, written in his early teens, delve into a variety of issues, analysed from a schoolboy's perspective, and range from the problems of farmers and racial discrimination to the grandeur of nature. They also create picturesque scenes, where one can be transported to a world of wildlife, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the joys of life. Some of his poems are descriptions of lives of people, leaving the message of hope, of light in darkness and of victory in the face of overwhelming odds. Siddharth's poems bring out, as he puts it, "the world in my mind".
Abonner på vårt nyhetsbrev og få rabatter og inspirasjon til din neste leseopplevelse.
Ved å abonnere godtar du vår personvernerklæring.