Biography of NISHIT KALAVADIA
i am nishit kalavadia. i study in class 7 in snk schoo. i like to compile and write poems or to make on my own
NISHIT KALAVADIA Poems
Beautiful eyes, beautiful face, I'm shy to talk to you. You're the eagle I must watch No matter what I do.
What Makes You Better Than Me
What Makes You Better Than Me? What makes you better than me
Friend IT HAS MEANT SO MUCH HAVING YOU AS A FRIEND YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A PART OF ME
She Sailed Away From Harbour
They said her sails were tattered, Would rip when by the wind battered. They threw discouragement at her. Best to stay in the harbor.
Our Friendship As I think of our friendship, I begin to see Mere words can't describe what you mean to me.
The Cristmas Computor
One winter morning I was asked by my dad, 'What do you want for Christmas, Young Thad? '
Spring Hits Wider Bowl
Bugs bite big bouncing boy Boy bites big bounding bugs Boy bounces with boundless joy Bugs give bugs small-bug hugs.
Ed And Ted Have Spaceships
There once was a spaceship captain named Ted. And also a spaceship captain named Ed. Ted had a speedy, tidy neat ship.
Perris Valley Join me now in seeing the beautiful playing of the beings all around us, Expressing sharing the biosphere of earth with us,
The Child Is A Great Gift
A child is the greatest gift That our lives can bestow. It brings the most exquisite joy That we will ever know.
A Double-Blind Study Is Truly Doubly Bli...
A double-blind study is truly doubly bind: First, because it thinks it's in control; Second, because it's in too much control, Masking mirrors with the face of mind.
LESSONS WHAT ARE THE LESSONS THAT WE SO DEEPLY NEED TO LEARN? ARE THEY LESSONS OF MAKING THINGS BETTER AND BRIGHT? ARE THEY LESSONS OF CHANGE MAKING THINGS RIGHT?
Knowledge – My Enemy!
Knowledge – My Enemy! My thirst for the truth is ever so great I’d spend hours turning every rock and stone
Our Heart Will Always Touch
Our Hearts Will Always Touch When I laid there beside you, Could you feel me there?
The Cristmas Computor
One winter morning
I was asked by my dad,
'What do you want for Christmas,
Young Thad? '
My answer was quick:
'I want a computer.
Not just any computer.
No, I want a root-tooter!