Biography of Anandita Bhalerao
Hey everyone! I am 13 years of age. I just love writing poems. I have been writing poems and short stories since a long time and now I am addicted to it. I also love sports and I'm on my school basketball team.I am also a good singer.4 of my poems have been published tı ll now. My dream is to be a successful writer and publish my own poetry book. I would also love it if you all could send comments and tell me how to improve, if you liked it, (if you hated it!) etc. Thanks for taking the time to read this big boring biography of mine. G'bye!
Anandita Bhalerao's Works:
No books but when I have enough poems, I will try.
I have been published thrice in a leading children's newspaper (Navneet Newshouse) and in my school's annual magazine.
Anandita Bhalerao Poems
Indus Valley Civilization
Indus Valley Civilization I wish you were here, I wish I could have been alive at that time, To see the river Indus still without a stir.
Happy when the sun comes out, And the darkness leaves for light, Happy when the rainbow shines, And the birds they take their flight.
Alone I Stand
Alone I stand on a cold rainy day, Nothing to eat, nowhere to stay. Alone I stand on a cold rainy day,
My Naughty Brother
I sometimes get angry at my mother, For giving birth to such a naughty brother! He'll never be my kind of lover,
A Monster In My Shoe
One day I told my parents. “There’s something I have to tell you, Though you won’t believe me, There’s a monster in my shoe!
Did You Know?
Did you know? I'm the best swimmer in school, Except for the 16 times I almost drowned in the pool. Did you know? In my races I'm very fast,
When I Am An Adult
Do you want to play basketball? Or make puppets and put up a stall? No? Well listen to this: you are no fun.
It’s My Birthday
Get out of the way, ‘Cause it’s my birthday. Going to eat what I like,
Wings Of Success
If you have given your best, Forget about the rest. If you have tried your hardest,
Turkey is a country, Where live the warm at heart, Let me take you through its features, Its beauty, for a start.
Poems cheer you up when you're sad, Poems calm you down when you're mad. Poems are there when you've lost all friends,
Happy New Year To You Too!
It was the 31st of December,2008, 1 minute to 12: 00, quite late. I was at my club celebrating New Year,
It's time to rejoice, summer is here, No sadness, no tears. Let's go to the playground and start our play,
When The Time Comes...
When the time comes... I'll own a car that's a 100-seater, And the smallest bike (1 centimetre) !
My Naughty Brother
I sometimes get angry at my mother,
For giving birth to such a naughty brother!
He'll never be my kind of lover,
Mostly because he scribbled on my favourite magazine cover.
'He is such a brat. I'll never love him! ' I say,
My mother replies, 'You never know, one day you may.'