Biography of Rishi Menon
I started writing about 2 years ago when I read a few of my Dad's poems. Dad says he is proud of my very first poem, Nature. That sort of encouraged me and since then, I have written about 10 poems. I only write when I feel like it, if you know what I mean. I'm in the 9th standard now and am preparing to be a Doctor.
I am now in the 11th. I am no longer on course to be a Doctor. I have taken up Commerce and it is the first turning point to what will be my future career. I have also developed a great taste for drawing characters, writing stories and composing poetry. Art is in my blood. I have decided to take the two forward.
Rishi Menon's Works:
None, but I will - soon.
Rishi Menon Poems
nature is full of colors with beautiful scented flowers if your'e in a forest or a park its nice even in the dark
I'm sorry Mom, I'm sorry Mom I must apologize for I'm wrong I'm sorry Mom, I'm sorry Mom I need a chance to be strong
Love's Not Just Blind
What is it that makes me cry When I'm happy as can be What is it that makes me want to die When there's a life ahead of me
I am not a Christian I am no Muslim I am not a Jew Nor am I Buddhist
Sometimes Things Go Wrong
Mr. Potato is a fat man Who juggled his belly as he ran He once tried to clean a fan saying to himself 'I can, I can'.
A Rap Song
hey man, its about the rap science teaches us ascent of sap now we are the no. one chap but some people think its just crap
Unrealized Dreams I wandered alone in the desert in vain Oblivious of the thundering gale
Susan was a pretty girl She dreamed she had a big pearl She dreamed she made a tasty pie and that she ate chicken fry
I look at the sky and look to the sea Deep blue they seem to me I look at the forest and the lagoon They are green as can be
Happy Birthday Dad.
Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you A whole year has gone by With a blink of an eye
My Beautiful Flowering Trees
My beautiful flowering trees One day I shall buy some land Plant countless seeds
The Star Of Bethlehem
The star of Bethlehem T'was in Bethlehem that Jesus was born Raised in Jerusalem a million hearts he won
In a place not too far from here there was an old abandoned house it was big and majestic to view free from insects and louse
The Greatest Gift Of All
The minutes seemed like hours Enhanced by his anxiety Crushing knuckles to the bone He waited for his first born
I wandered alone in the desert in vain
Oblivious of the thundering gale
For things hovered in my mind
Those that made me blind
A thousand miseries plagued my heart
So much like pygmy poison darts