I can't be without writing
Yet I can't....for
I sang 'Jack and Jill'
To fall like 'Humpty Dumpty'
Then I sang 'Baa baa black sheep'
To ask 'Johnny Johnny eating sugar? '
Then I sang'Rain rain go away'
To smile and say 'Roses are red'
Then I sang 'cobler, cobler mend my shoe'
To count'One, two buckle my shoe'
Then I sang 'Hot cross buns, hot cross buns'
To answer 'Little Tommy Tucker...for supper'
Then I sang 'Pussy, pussy cat where had you been'
To 'Ding dong the pussy in the well'
Then I sang 'Chubby cheeks, dimple chin'
To lull 'Twinkle, twinkle little star'
Then I sang 'Teddy bear turn around'
To look around for my daughter
Then I sang 'my heart is crying'
I want to sit with my writing
Then before I sang...whistled
Whistled and whistled the pressure cooker
Then I looked around for my daughter
To put out the pressure cooker
Then before I yelled out for daughter
Sing, sing said my grand-daughter
Then I sang'Cooker ghost is crying
Cooker ghost is crying, come and put out
Cooker ghost is crying, cooker ghost is crying
Come and put out
I can't be without writing
Yet I can't...for
Cooker ghost is crying, cooker ghost is crying
you bring in all the rhymes in to this beautiful poem..in between your grand daughter, daughter, cryiing cooker ghost and your writting skills...a multi tasked granny you have become...excepting the third all others are a absolute pleasure mam please read my 'dazzling lights in the sky - diwali' 'dainty darlings'
Dont mind the ghost.....come back to your writing! ! ! Beautifully portrayed your feeling, this poem did......
loveliest write.......let the cooker ghost cry.....yet your pen is most valued......a poet, a writer or a genius always from their humble place.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Since this poem, posted on 17th oct i.e yesterday was missing on this page this morning i.e 18th oct I had to repost it and here are the comments immediately got... Wow..wow..woww... i can feel both my past and present this poem.... These sweet Nursery Rhymes I by-hearted still reverberates in me.... The pressure cooker interrupts me too....while writing.... and am as helpless as you are! Wish I could hear you singing these rhymes...Ranjit Ravindran i am able to feel the poetic pressure inside there...let your grand daughter bring the best dishes out of your poem pot! ...nice to read...compelling...10...Kesav Easwaran A very interesting and original piece....Indira...Sandra Martyres