Mommy I m so sorry

Mommy I m so sorry, I just wanna say.

Will not be for sure, coming back home today.

It's not my fault I swear,  I didn't do anything.

But my story is so horrendous, may definitely make you cringe.

It's a movie scene but watching is not really a fun.

People all around us, holding no knockoff guns.

Soon cheers  turned to tears, screaming shivering rooms.

They are not heroes from movie but some guttural ghastly goons.

I m very scared, and hiding under my bench.

One reticent figure, come close I feel clench.

He pulled me so hard, it made me just cry.

He fired at me and his smile was so wry.

I got blood everywhere, it hurts a lot mom.

I see people blasting around, are they humans or called bombs?

I can't make it alive from here, that is for sure.

What is my mistake? why my innocence has to endure?

Please don't cry and mourn, for your beloved son

Help fire of humanity, in hearts one should burn.

Mommy I m so sorry, I just wanna say.

Will not be for sure, coming back home today.

-Aarushi Agrawal "honey"

In this world ...........my heart

In this world..........My heart

In the thick forest of demeaning desires

my heart seeks ray of hope.

Penetrating deep the woods of whacky wishes

may not wisdom and contentment elope.

On the rusty road of rage and aggression

my heart looks for a place to rest.

Crashing the roadblocks of ego and impatience

may the car of clemency reach the crest.

On the hills of hatred and enviousness

my heart watch waterfall of winsome smiles.

Avalanche of revenge devastate the mind

may trees of forgiveness fight the bracing bile. 

In the desert of despair and melancholy

my heart hallucinates water of excitement .

Celebrations of finding oasis of blitheness

may insipid human life cause some incitement .

In the sea of slackers and lackadaisicalness

my heart craves work-shore to crash the tide.

Crest of hardwork and trough of pragmatism

may ship of perseverance make a big stride.

In the lake of lust and lewdness 

my heart searches for boat of morality .

Anchored and embarked in some expectations 

may it carry copious ethnicity.

In the fire of feigning and fawning 

my heart garners the ashes of innocence.

Flaming and burning the world of reality

may the truth be rescued instead of pretence.

Aarushi Agrawal "honey"

Home

HOME

Home is where
The inner peace takes over mind.
Cement of love will
keep family members bind.

Home is where
The heart craves to return.
Fire of gripes and grudges
is often seem to burn.

Home is where
Empathy is must to survive.
Floors of pains and sorrows
not burnished but are skived.

Home is where
The discipline see, no neglect.
Facade of terms and house rules,
so robust to keep the members intact.

Home is where
We argue and we fight.
Windows of adjustments
will open to a delightful sight.

Home is where
Expectations are kept very low.
Garden of "forget and forgive everyone" 
will often blossom and grow.

Home is where
Respect is given to each one's say.
Doors of discussion and communication
will keep the infliction at bay.

Home is where
Members have faith and support.
Walls of trust and fidelity strong stand
to hold the roof of rapport.

Home is where

The family happiness comes first.
Hinges of laughters and chatters
can never go squeak in rust.

Home is where 
We always believe in the unity.
Blinds of blunders and mistakes are rolled down,

we brace to fend for familial dignity.

-Aarushi  Agrawal "honey"

Baby fall sick

BABY FALL SICK

(this poem using the tune of "Mary had a little lamb" can be sung when the child is sick and caught by cough and cold).

My baby got, cough and cold

cough and cold, cough and cold

My baby got, cough and cold

you cannot go to school.

Your nose is runny, eyes itchy

eyes itchy, eyes itchy.

your nose is runny, eyes itchy

and body aches so sore.

Your chest congested, throat is pain

throat in pain, throat in pain.

Your chest congested, throat is pain

when speak sounds like a roar.

You feel so dizzy, to stand yourself

stand yourself, stand yourself.

You feel so dizzy, to stand yourself

You need my love and support.

Wait for the time, you recover

you recover, you recover.

Wait for the time, you recover

Your temperature should not soar.

If you want to play, with your friends

with your friends, with your friends

If you want to play, with your friends

Do rest and take your dose.

When you feel, much better 

much better, much better.

When you feel, much better 

Then you may do your chores.

Soon cough and cold, go away

go away, go away.

Soon cough and cold, go away

Then you may go to school.

The day care child

THE DAY CARE CHILD

The "Day care" is my new home
No siblings but have few friends.
The "Caretaker" is my new mom
Let's fathom the changing trend!!

My day starts like a robot machine.
Just get up and set the motion.
Perhaps the family which I belong to
is lacking in love named emotion.

Three critters busy in the morning so early,
hurrying to leave on time.
Bracing for the routine so banal
to earn few extra dimes.

It's her phone but not me for sure
is the treasure of her life.
Though frowningly leaves me everyday
but can't put former out of sight.

Who may care when I get hurt.
No one is bothered when I do whine.
No one there to pamper and love me,
my mommy you are always been pined(by me)

I want to be with you after school
when mommies come  to pick up my friends.
Want to share my class room stories
before the day really ends.

I won't scoff to the food you make 
and will listen to all your commands.
Mommy its my promise to you
I will not make any lavish demand.

I go to work to earn the money,
she often says to me.
Expensive gifts and your growing wish list,
son, nothing comes for free.

I don't want gift, I will not make wish
all I need is you.
If you give me your time instead
then wonders I may do.

Aarushi Agrawal "honey"

Sensational senses

SENSATIONAL SENSES

(on the tune of where is thumbkin)

This poem is an easy way to make kids learn senses, using very simple adjectives and more appropriate during bedtime farewell. Age group 2-5 yrs)

We have five senses

We have five senses

eyes, ears nose

Tongue and skin

 (2 times this para with different tune both the times

We have two eyes

We have two eyes

what do they do?  

What do they do?

They can see the flower

Blooming in the garden.

Eyes are sense, beautiful sense

We have two ears

We have two ears

What do they do?

What do they do?

They can hear sounds

shout scream on grounds

Ears are sense, fabulous sense.

We have one nose

We have one nose

What does it do?

What does it do?

It can smell the food

mommy made so good.

Nose is a sense, superb sense

We have one tongue

We have one tongue

What does it do?

What does it do?

We can taste sweet,

salt, tangy treat.

Tongue is a sense, a very strong sense.

We have skin

We have skin

what does it do?

What does it do?

We can touch our pillow

Feel so mellow

Sleep very tight

good good night.

You can also make a craft to enhance the poem and give the child to feel all the senses.

1) Googly eyes

2) Jingle bell ears

3) perfumed cotton ball nose

4) licorice smile

5) sandpaper face

Baby blue( not blues )

Baby blue(not blues)

Time to wake up, its 8 or 9
my bed tea on its way.
Lay beside me coo and smile
my angel starts my day.

As if like a bird's feather
quite gentle and soft in touch.
Feel so very fragile and fresh 
taste smell mother's milk fudge.

Squeaks like a tiny mouse
Time to pamper and cuddle.
Roars like a ferocious lion
Hurry for tight and cozy swaddle.

Sleeps like a beauty queen
He is the king of my heart.
But if his big brother is around
then cry will definitely start.

                - Aarushi

Saccharine Seven

Saccharine seven

Should I call myself fortuitous,

to find you out of billions.

Or is my planetary position propitious,

which makes me feel like a million ($$$).

Gleeful moments we had together,

saccharine seven years.

Nothing could make our relation flimsy,

however, we had our time of tears.

Quixotic going my life on,

your's was bland and prosaic.

Valentine's day I betrothed to you,

may god wished to see a live mosaic.

This is not  a trite remark me making,

but as being socially compulsory.

I wish you, you wish me together, forever,

A very very Happy Anniversary.

A gay morning

A gay morning

While taking my morning walks
my mind starts to knock,
Put me into think
What makes an american morning rock?


Start my walk through the heaven,
morning so serene and gay.

Surreal surroundings are so quixotic,holding my thoughts at bay.

Sprinklers showering personalized gardensas if nature is taking a bath.Beauty of plants and stones of all kinds,are embellishing pristine path.


Steaming vents, steaming cars,getting ready for the day.Slowly mountains slathered by,umpteen number of sun rays.

Some are biking, some are jogging,rest are walking brisk.Gloating, giggling, crowing and wiggling,munchkins are so much at frisk.

Mellowing, muffling, immaculately cladded,parents sipping coffee to school.
answer winsomely is one of the parenting rules.

Resplendent responses I always get,
for saying, "hi" and "hello".
No matter how fast, life is here,
folks will never bellow.


Speedy freeways in the morning,
Look like racing tracks for cars.
Lifestyle so genteel, vehement and spurious
but my morning walks are so above par.
Resplendent responses I always get,
for saying, "hi" and "hello".
No matter how fast, life is here,
folks will never bellow.

Mama

Mama( tune of 5 little monkeys)

So many pigeons perching on a pole
One fell off, in a big hole
Crying crying momma, where r u
I want to say , I love you

Mama said baby don't be afraid
Time comes in life making you sad
Call call momma I will be there
All pains and sorrow for u to share

Lil brother( tune to twinkle twinkle )

Bubba bubba (the name of the baby) little brother
Has a cute smile and need a cuddle

Wrapped in a blanky day and night
Mommas milk bring shine in his eyes

Sucking and sleeping he loves to do
Or else pass time in pee and poo.

Mom's epiphany

Mom's epiphany

She was my first teacher,
First sibling, first friend.
Gingerly took care of me,
She never do pretend.

Waiting for me at the bus stop
A welcoming winsome smile.
Carrying me in her arms so strong,
Walking everyday a mile.

( in my school days she used to hold me in her arms from bus stop to home which was almost 1 mile distance)

She fulfilled all my incessant,
Preposterous, wistful demands.
Genteel nature get things done,
Never used any cynical commands.

Frolicked with me like an ally,
Play boisterously without a whine.
My bosom buddy, she proves so well,
Would make me win all the time.

Finding myself in quandary,
She is my only hope.
Her words, her thoughts, her nature always,
Boosting my confidence to cope.

Cannt see me in pain, if any.
This is my moms heart.
Biding on the ends of the world,
But distance won't us part.

Me mom of two munchkins,
Can fathom her motherly pain.
Her teachings,her wishes and blessings forever,
Will surely never go in vain.

She mentored me to always "give",
And anticipate nothing in return.
Idiosyncratic style of her parenting,
To believe in "everyday we learn".

( she believes even parents do learn a lot from their kids and the former shouldn't close their eyes to the radically changing world shown by latter)

Love so sanctified,fervent and innocuous,
Words extolling my mom.
Everyone should "Nurture kids gingerly".
For which she is the best epitome.

Love you mom forever and ever !!

Potty training

Potty training

(especially to potty train them)

(tune of where is thumb kin?)

Let's make some potty
Let's make some potty

Go do pee
Go do poo

When you get over,
wipe it sober.
flush it down,
Stop your count.

Look for the tap
We dont need map

Wash your hands,
soap, no pretends.

Wipe them dry
Dont make a cry.
Keep away germs
If follow all the terms.