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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.