Sarda Mohan Poems
|2.||Those Little Hands||4/24/2007|
|6.||Nature And You||4/25/2007|
|8.||Sweet Little Me||4/23/2007|
|9.||Snail Pace Pays||4/25/2007|
|10.||Happiness In Green||4/25/2007|
|13.||Are You Here?||6/16/2011|
|15.||There They Go||6/16/2011|
|18.||To Papa With Love||6/16/2011|
|23.||My Little Christmas||4/23/2007|
|24.||Is'Nt It Proud?||4/25/2007|
|25.||My Life - Yours Too||4/23/2007|
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My Life - Yours Too
Me you call Nature’s wonder
When a cascade or a spring slender
Me as a mighty ocean you can see
As morning dew, I can always be.
I come running down from miles afar
Giggling, dancing all the way
Glittering like a diamond or a star
For which is enough, a little sun ray.
I’m the chief in the family of Nature
A friend of the trees, soil and every creature
But from your houses, fields and mills, into me flow
Wastes that have made my quality low.
When on me, oil you spill, I remain mute,
Unable to tell you – Do not pollute
You play holi on me –...
My Little Christmas
There’s a special night – once in a year
To remind when from Heaven came God’s son here.
There are cakes to eat, prayers to say
To the little Babe on his bed of hay.
It’s the time to forgive all errors,
So little faces bloom like flowers.
Off to sleep they dart,
To dream of Santa in his cart.