DILIPBHASKER MATHRA Poems

Tinkling light
Wonder light
Take me to your
Wonder land
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My Puppy and I
Played in the garden
The Game of hide and seek
Sometimes I
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Father father
Tell me now
Where does the Sun rise
Oh my dear
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During the holidays when my mother
Went shopping to the market
I often followed her carrying a basket
Or clutching close her safe hand behind.
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Raballe Raballe my little dear
How often I think of thee deep;
How fond I am to hear thy name
Like winter song with glee.
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A beggar came at the door step of that old house
He stood and looked up the large obsolete pillars
Shouldering that heavy structure tirelessly.
His glance dragged to the ceiling as if called by
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Hurrah – hurrah,
Hip – hip – hurrah,
We have won the match!
Hurrah – hurrah,
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This left hand is,
My working hand.
This Right hand is,
My writing hand.
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My old grandmother,
Walks with a stick,
Every morning,
In our garden lawn.
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Right and left,
Left and right,
Take a speedy march.
Turn round and,
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