A Toy in a Shop

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I remember long ago,

I was terribly lonely, though,

after you bought me off the shelf,

I soon became a happier self.

My journey began at a factory,

where I could never possibly be lonely,

as I saw multiple versions of me,

stocked as far as the eye could see.

But then I was shipped to another place,

a store selling toys and dresses with lace,

And even though the shop was great,

I felt that for me, it was far too late.

Unless I saw a girl or boy,

interested in me – a simple toy,

I would’ve stayed on that shelf till the end of time,

my companions being dirt, dust and grime.

And so I must show my gratitude,

and now, of course, to conclude,

I hope that once you’re done with me,

when I’m much too childish and slightly dusty,

Perhaps another child would benefit too,

If I gave him what I gave you,

Pass me along and I swear I will give,

As much happiness to that child – as long as I live.


When Forgiveness met Anger – a short story

Standing on the pavement, waiting. Waiting was heart wrenching, yes. She had gone somewhere. It could be anywhere. Of course, she couldn’t have gone too far, but searching for her was not the answer just yet. She knew the way back, and if she came, she came. Perhaps the fault lay with the man who caused her to flee, the one who had been much to harsh, too rude. But as he stood at the pavement, he reflected on the event.

As her eyes had filled with bitter tears, she scowled and exited. Departed, left.. call it what you please, but the way she had left was heart wrenching. Painful. He wanted to calm her down and tell her that he would do anything to win back her favour. His love for her was never-ending.

He paused. Searching for a lacuna in her argument. There didn’t seem to be one. He was unreasonable. He worried for her safety. She was alone, out there in the world. He repeatedly told himself not to worry. “She will be safe.”

Her return was not immediate. She did not stop abruptly halfway, and run back to him. She needed time to go over their fight, and he respected that. She did not leave with a bus ticket in hand, and so he was sure that she was simply trying to fit a bit of peace into her hectic day. He himself would not have stayed and argued.

The mind heats up when it gets angry. It hurts. It makes you want to burst into flames. Anger may drive you, energise you and fire you up, but it makes your vision blurry. It prevents you from seeing truth so that you can maintain your anger. Anger feeds anger. Unless one can find an escape route, the hate would never end. If she had stayed and fought, then it would have been worse. So he did not see it as an act of cowardice, but a lionhearted act of bravery. The strength to overcome what had taken over of you and understand it, face to face.

He too had thought over it.

And so he waited. Untroubled, not prominent enough for a person to check what was wrong. To all observers, he was a regular pedestrian, standing with his hands in the pocket of his jeans, and scanning the surroundings. His feet made a tapping rhythm as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. The birds sang cheerful trill, which gave him a sense of hope. That all could be better again.

A figure appeared in the midst of the street chaos. She walked with a hood over her head, from which tangled brown hair spilled out. Her brilliant blue eyes, once puffy and sad, showed peace and forgiveness. His eyes followed hers until they stood face to face.

“I’m sorry,” they said together.

There she was, smiling through her troubles. Traces of tears were hidden by her expression. She breathed loudly and wrapped her arms around him She felt warm but scared. Her hands shivered slightly. But he was so glad she was back. So glad that she doesn’t hate him. Holding her in his arms, comforting her, and savouring the return of his beautiful little granddaughter.

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This poem is dedicated to Lily. If you’d like a personalised poem of your own, click here.

 Note to Lily: I couldn’t include The Twilight Saga since I haven’t read the series, but I used the rest of the topics. BTW for the other viewers – the topics used in this poem are Percy Jackson, Harry Potter and The Hunger Games.


I battled hundreds of monsters,

and sailed aboard the Argo II,

I attended the school of Hogwarts,

The adventures grew and grew.


Over the years I’ve travelled,

the trips to Camp-Half-Blood were many,

And been on field trips to other schools,

Especially ones like Ilvermony.


I volunteered as tribute,

and as the Victor of The Hunger Games,

I rebelled with Katniss Everdeen,

Instead of choosing money and fame.


I lived in New Rome,

After fighting as a legionnaire,

Now I live in the Wizarding World,

And teach Charms over there.


My pride leans toward Ravenclaw,

But Effie doesn’t think like me,

She thinks the magic world,

Is just ‘mahogany’.


I love living in my house,

To Honeydukes it’s near,

And it’s a walking distance to The 3 Broomsticks,

Whenever I want a swig of Butterbeer.


My gratitude is everlasting,

To the people who,

Gave me access to these wonderful worlds,

Where stories (and Potions) brew.



Have you ever read a book,

where you fell in love instantly,

With the plot, the story, and the world that exists,

In the pages that you see,

Characters and people you never knew,

Become your close friends,


Their world becomes yours,

Where time and reality bends,

You find the greatest adventures,

And you’ll be so glad once you’re done,

That you read a book so great,

Which brought you so much joy and fun.



The Kind, Mighty Being – a Haiku

Long necked beings I see,

With spots of brown protruding,

Slender, lean, graceful.


No tree is too tall,

Munching on greens so lofty,

It bends and rises.


It feasts alone,

Not bothered by too many,

In the tall grasses.


You would think that if,

It had so much height and power,

It would be quite nasty.


But against all odds,

It is so peaceful and kind,

Though it is mighty.


It’s fun and fast too,

As mighty as the lion,

And better in ways.


Never forgets to,

Respects its inferiors,

Learn from the giraffe.

Treats for an Owl

A hoot of an owl,

From a distance, heard,

Silently, the sky darkens,

and instills energy in this bird.

It licks its lip, and looks far,

With its truly sharp eyes,

Through the dark this creature,

Searches and pries.

Its prey is small,

Yet a delicious treat,

The frightened mouse,

tries to retreat.

But ah, alas,

How unfortunate!

This mouse must meet,

its dreadful fate.

As quiet (as a mouse),

It inches away,

The owl eyed it carefully,

And the mouse began to pray.

What on earth could it do?

How could he be saved?

Helpless, desperate,

Safety he craved.

The mouse then gasped loudly,

For another mouse he saw,

“Someone save him!”, he whispered,

It seemed closer to the owl’s jaw.

The owl’s eyes were fixed upon both,

Who would it choose?

The other mouse should’ve run,

As he knew that it would lose.

Why not? It was plump,

That mouse had fattened up,

Though it looked younger,

And whimpered like a pup.

He felt so much pity,

For himself and the other one,

He wished so bad for,

The bright, shining sun.

Then, he had an brilliant idea,

All he needed was a genius trick!

After explaining to the other through actions,

They both fell down and played sick.

The bird looked quite surprised,

That they had fallen at the same time,

It clawed uneasily at the wall it stood on,

Spilling dust and dirt and grime.

It, of course, chose the plump one,

And when about to enjoy its food,

He scampered behind the owl,

And started shouting things very rude.

It sure enough distracted it,

And then with its eyes so red,

It came to eat the shouting mouse,

Instead of eating the one that was ‘dead’.

The other mouse repeated the charade,

And this went on for a long while,

The owl was irritated and annoyed,

And by the end it had gone senile!

The owl was so dizzy it fell,

And the mice exclaimed with delight,

What a wonderful team they made,

It was a truly marvellous sight.

However small they were,

They outsmarted the big yet gullible,

and this sort of genius was by far,

the one they found most valuable.

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The Red Beast

In a single, strong stride,

It covers miles in a ride,

In a wave of its wings,

(such glorious things),

The mighty creature glides,

And on its sides,

Are scales of deep red,

With fire it is fed,

With each deafening roar,

The ground shakes to the core,

The beast stands tall with pride,

Each bellow is amplified,

While listing the best,

You can leave out the rest,

All but one you cannot exclude.

One who roams in solitude,

Like it there is none,

The dragon is the one.

The Start of Dawn

In rippled waves of light,
Brightening the darkest hour,
The sun beams glided through window gaps,
Not once did it cower.

Playful yet strong,
A moment so serene,
Dancing on the white of the floor,
I embraced the peaceful scene.

Slowly appearing,
In ever corner of the room,
Cheerfully it glowed,
Illuminating the gloom.

Silently, it spread,
After the quiet night,
Starting the new dawn,
The mystical secret of light.

The Desert of Kalahari

Poet’s note:

This poem was written by me for a Geography Project. It’s really informative, and with my permission and credit, you may share it with your class too!


In the south of Africa,

lies this natural beauty,

in waves of red sand,

the desert of Kalahari.

The winters cool,

and the summer filled with heat,

Rainfall is not a regular,

guest they greet.

As soon as it’s dark, though,

it becomes quite chilled,

and again in the day the heat,

will build and build.

It gets really hot sometimes,

up to 43 degrees!

Humans and wildlife together hope,

That the extreme heat will cease.

This place is almost barren,

when it comes to trees,

For the absence of enough water,

eliminates the idea of a life of ease.

Some grasses and shrubs do grow here,

and trees like acacia and camelthorn,

cacti like Hoodia is also present,

but without rain the place is forlorn.

Although, some animals do survive,

when it is dry and hot,

as they adapt to their surroundings,

and make-do with what they’ve got.

The camel, for example,

Which at the speed of 10km can run,

often called ‘the ship of the desert,

and roams under the harsh, beating sun.

Or the addax, an antelope,

here’s its specialty,

It never drinks water, not a sip!

And near scrubby plants it’ll be.

The jerboa, desert fox, lizards,

scorpions and gazelles to name a few,

and the insects, donkeys and horses,

are some that live here too.

Did you know about,

The natives – the san,

Nomads who hunt and gather,

also called a bushman,

This truly is,

A fascinating place to see,

enriched with wildlife and culture,

The great Kalahari.

BIBLIOGRAPHY – http://www.kalaharidesert.net/Kalahari-Desert-Plants.html