After a long time ,when I was searching for some of my note books I found my most precious little note book in which i had written some poems many years ago when I was in the seventh std.I was so happy to find my poems in them .I was looking at them and some times smiled at my stupidity and other times I couldn't believe that was me.Well, the poem i'm going to share with you may not be of the type of the classic poetry but I believe that what ever I wrote at that time was of innocent.I still try to write with the same innocence but failed many times .I am writing it as an anonymous because I want unbiased views from the readers and this will be a guiding factor to my further sharing of the poems of that time.....
Fed up with the hot and dusty days
the people of the cities burnt with the rays
awaiting the cloud in the month of may
along the beach as an alternative way
then one day,arrived the cloud
beaing its drums and gongs aloud
shattering the doors and windows of houses
frightening the colonies of the mouses
for a few days the thirsty land drank
the sparrows and the crows made self dank
the frogs and the crickets became free-frank
the homes of the rats and the snakes got sank
and the strees of the city became river banks
after a few days of frogs and toads
there came the rude days of cold
making the plants nude and trees old
shivered with cold ,all young and old
then came the spring ,blowing life in the dead
making trees green and the grass's bed
colourind the flower in pink ,yellow, red
the childrens played with the natures toys
all young and old,hot and cold,jumped with the joy
