ONE THUNDERSTORM : RHYME 80

One day, the school was running
As usual;
Teachers were taking classes - all
Individual.

The April sun had surpassed

Ten o'clock;

Bright looked all classrooms -

Sunlight struck.

Suddenly the whole things turned

Utterly dark;

So fast did clouds swallow the sky,

None could mark.

Struck thunders, struck lightning,

Heavy fell raindrops;

Gusts of wind hit windows, doors;

Students sat awestruck.

But Mama didn't swerve a bit

Against any danger,

For, school walls stood like a fort,

So were windows, doors.

Yet, she, each passing moment,

Grew more impatient;

And cried loudly to the surprise of

The teacher and students.

Before anyone knew the reason,

Stopped the thunderstorm;

Mama stormed out of school

And ran towards home.

Wading, hopping, running through

Pools and piles on road,

Mama got home and rushed straight

To the backyard.

In dread she shook, as buffeted

Was her whole garden,

And her all beloved friends were

Nowhere around seen.

She looked lost and gave out a cry

Painful and loud,

And rolled on the ground, as rushed

In mom and dad.

"Chirp...Chirr! Squeak...Squeak!

Chatter...Chatter!"

Mama heard sounds of her friends

All together.

In wonderment, she opened her eyes

And saw mom and dad

Smiling with all her friends happy,

Safe and unharmed.

Her parents had housed her friends

Before the storm;

Even their eggs, youngs and nests

Did suffer no harm.

Mama hugged her dad and mom

For their greatness,

And went home with her friends,

To God with gratefulness.

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TELL ME NOT

Tell Me Not Tell me not I was once a lad; An open sky that I once had, That offered me untold delight And lit my spirit day and night. Remind me not the days and nights That told me tales and flew my kites; Many a game that I did play With heart and soul unleashed and gay. Jog not my memory I once sailed Alone for miles and there beheld On either side, along the inlet, Many a willow and flowery thicket. Bring me not back the rights all lost, All things that came by free of cost; Affection, love, all poured on me, Even when I was wilful, naughty. I'm in my time, leave me to suffer From weakness, bloating, bugs, whatever: Let me be in my dying yard; But tell not I was once a lad. -- N P Samal

THE RETURN : RHYME 100

The Return Rhyme 100 Infants gambol about their home With blooms and toys, But they return to mom's bosom For the real joys. Children frolic about the streams, In meads and hedges, But to their home they return for Their real flowerage. Youths do rush about crazy for World's whole treasure, But they return for real living To own life and career. Adults get sunk into the labour With dedication, But this's the return to raise well Their own children. The old trudge about the yard Of their nursing shed, But lastly they return for rest To their death bed. ©️ N P Samal

MAMA'S FRIENDS GO TO SCHOOL : RHYME 90

Mama's Friends Go To School Mama says no to the monkey who wants To go to her school, The monkey gets piqued and makes 'Growl, growl, growl!' Mama says no to the squirrel who wants To go to her school, The squirrel gets piqued and makes 'Growl, growl, growl!' Mama says no to the parrot who wants To go to her school, The parrot gets piqued and makes 'Growl, growl, growl!' Mama says no to the sparrow who wants To go to her school, The sparrow gets piqued and makes 'Growl, growl, growl!' But all her friends go behind her As she leaves home, And look at her through the window From outside classroom. Mama angrily tells them to go back From her school, But they get piqued and make 'Growl, growl, growl!' ©️ N P Samal

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