Biography of Manas Rastogi
A student and a poet from India. I study in Amity International School.
Manas Rastogi Poems
Said the Table to the Chair, 'You can hardly be aware, 'How I suffer from the heat, 'And from chilblains on my feet!
Rise, brothers, rise, the wakening skies Pray to the morning lights, The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn Like a child that has cried all night.
Born as a unripe mango growing all the time, Born in a farm or in a backyard,
Life Without Parents
Who will help us? Who will solve our problems? Who will say bye after we enter in bus? Who will fulfil our wishes?
Brother And Sister
From where love came, we cannot see: perhaps, within us, born and bred, Or taught to us at parent's knee,
The earth is lovely But pollution is making it ugly Let us take a test And make our earth the best
When you feel sad and betrayed Who ccan you count on every single day? When you feel lost and alone... Who will be there for you in every way?
Maybe it had just been yesterday 20th December or the 8th of May Whan we indolently braided each others' mane
Who Is A Friend?
A friend is a companion, who is very friendly. A friend is a dictionary, who helps me in difficulty.
The jokers are great, Work for money, Entertain, Or promote something,
It has brains, Yet is it not an engineer. It can sing, Yet it is not a singer.
Life Of A Table
A table, A piece of wood, Standing on four legs, Furniture,
The Song Of The Brook
I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down the valley.
A tree standing at a place throughout his life, A tree giving fruits throughout his life,
Born as a unripe mango
growing all the time,
Born in a farm
or in a backyard,
Plucked when fully grown
loved by the owner,
Packed into a box
sent to market,
Sold at the market