Tag: Poem

Raindrops (Poem)

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It’s raining, it’s raining,
We can hear the pitter patter sing.
The clouds are dark,
Not a single bark.
Louder gets the pitter patter,
The rain drops get fatter and fatter.
The vehicles come and dash,
The water all around will splash.
Somewhere I need to go,
But the rain is sometimes our foe.
Odd creatures will soon breed,
Maybe it’s the rain’s deed.
The pavement is hit by drops,
Sure, the rain may help the crops.
Right now I’m in the car
Thank goodness I don’t need to go too far.
Beforehand, we will have seeds to sow,
That’s why, rain is our friend and foe.

Hoped you liked the poem! Btw, big news! Well, at least for me and my Ibis drawing fans. (That is, if I have any)

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Ok anyway stay home stay safe (first time saying that lol).

~Renee

The Fascinating Painting

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I had talked about a fascinating painting in my blog post (My Nani’s House (Poem)). This is the one I was talking about. I think it’s a copy of Raza’s signature style. Raza was an abstract artist. You may know now that you saw it why it is fascinating for me.

~Renee

My Nani’s House (Poem)

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In Diwali the house is at its best,
It’s like there is it’s own little fest.
Close by, my nani has many friends,
They don’t have any broken bonds to mend.
There are many AC’s for us,
So we don’t make a big fuss.
My nani makes many sweets,
Just in time for all our meets.
It was just my nana’s birthday today,
It was wonderful you could say.
Even though there is no backyard,
There are plenty of flowers which my nani will guard.
Sure, there are many buildings in the view here,
But, the sunset visible to us, is dear.
Luxurious in the house are the rooms,
Where pretty decor looms.
In the living room, there is a big painting,
Because of it, the artist in me will ring.
There are many photos, of childhood me,
You won’t understand the beauty of the house until you come and see.

~Renee

Love In The Rain (Poem)

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It had been a rainy night,
When a beggar came,
Begging to sleep tight.

He was not as white as a dove,
But was a man,
Full of love.

His lips became pout,
As though to kiss me,
But my dad came out.

He told the beggar to go away,
But the beggar in the rain,
Kindly lay.

My dad went,
And I was glad,
That the beggar was not sent.

But then came a flood,
So he had to go,
With his hood.

He gestured me to hold his hand,
Gave me his hood,
And set to his land.

~Renee

God (Poem)

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We have different types of Gods
Who are our lords

Some are Hindu,
Some Christian,
Some Sikh,
Some even the ones we don’t know

Their names are Ganesha with a trunk
Krishna who is blue
And even Jesus Christ who died to save us

We must have faith in God
To see Him in our minds,
Coz GOD created us!

~Renee

I’m Just A Blue Girl (Poem)

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I’m being lonely, with no friends and family,
Sitting on a plain sand ground
All the people who come around me give some money
By just having some money I spend it on my food
But this food is something that I don’t just need
Its like biscuits and all that stuff.
Having all of this I miss my family.
Will I go to the orphanage or to my family?
Will I go to the orphanage or to my family?
I would rather think about all that the whole day
I’ll be just lonely
Because I’m just a blue girl

~Renee

My Dadi’s House (Poem)

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My Dadi’s house is so big,
It’s like there are many treasures to dig.
Though here mosquitoes have made their home,
There’s plenty of space to run and roam.
We went up to the highest point of the house one day,
And a beautiful sight we saw, we could say.
In the porch, there is a swing,
In the morning, we can hear the birds sing.
In total, there are upto 11 rooms,
That also excluding the bathrooms.
To believe, it’s hard that’s true,
There are also many delicacies which my dadi will brew.
Cats will also roam into our house,
Even though, there is not a single mouse.
First, there used to live a family of 5,
A mom, a dad, a brother and two sisters were in this hive.
I come here for the holidays,
And I love this place in many ways.

~Renee