Poem : Whale

11 year old Karthik Puravankara is a budding poet.  He lives in Kenton , UK. Karthik is 6th Grade student of Mt. Stewart Jr School. He’s also a good cricket player.  Karthik is Anand Puravangara’s(former NEMA President) nephew. This poem was selected  for publication in Young Witers Anthology ( youngwriters.co.uk).  couple of his previous creations are here.

During the dark devilish hour of midnight,
Lurks a mystical creature underneath the murky brine.

He fires, skywards to the world of azure above him,
Ruthless, no care, without a sign.

But hey! Here he rises, no rush, no need to rush,
For he is the king of the waters, galleons bow before him,
He is an angel,  he is a guardian in blubbery armour.
What is this we see now?

What has happened to this heavenly creature?
Alas my friends, by the work of demons,
He is dead when washed upon the harbour.

So now we grieve for this giant,
Who was once covered with samphire and halyard,
Currently used as oil and meat,

Harpooners hear me, stop your slaughter!

Poem – Flower.Alive

Rithvik is a 4th grade student at Wayland Academy in Framingham, MA.  Reading is is passion and he wants to be a movie actor when he grows up.

While I studied, a flower plant looked at me with power
It was as tall as a tower
It stood there all day waiting for me to pay a visit
The sun lit it’s stem as bright as a gem’s light
suddenly the petals started to fall
All of them started to fall
Faster than I could say stop
With a pop it died
I fell into the ground with a clop
The plant has died
I cried and cried
The poor plant drowned in my tears
Suddenly it started to grow
My tears has made it grow!

Autumn and winter – 2 poems

8 year old Karthik Raj is a budding poet.  He lives in Kenton , UK. Karthik is 4th Grade student of Mt. Stewart Jr School. He’s also a good cricket player.  Karthik is Anand Puravangara’s(former NEMA President) nephew. Below are 2 poems by Karthik , his impressions about 2 seasons – Autumn and Winter.

Autumns Here by

Autumns here and there is nothing to fear.

The fresh chilly air is
oh, so fair.

At night, you can hear the wind
making a creaking sound on your
window pane,
And the branches of trees tapping
again and again.

The leaves of the finest trees
start to shredder,
While we would be cosy
in our nice warm leather.

It is now time to turn the clocks
one hour back,
Because the length of light
is very lacked .

At morning the Rooster gives its
loudest cock’a’doodledoo,
And the best part is that, this is
all just  for you!
The birds start their wonderful songs,
But listen carefully they don’t last long!

Now its time for winter,
I hope your time was great,
Please come back next year,
WE MIGHT EVEN HAVE A AUTUMN
FAIT!!!!
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Winters Morning

Winters morning when the days are colder,
The icy trees become bare,
Soon after the days will become shorter,
What a magical sight to stare,

Squirrels, birds, rabbits and bears
all bring their food to share,
They scavenge for food for their young,
while the humans have some fun,

I love Winter,
I hope you do,
Snow men snow fights and
tomato soup,

I love Winter,
I know you do,
Now its time for the Spring,

Flowers in the spring

Anand Puravangara took this beautiful picture.  And it inspired him to write this short poem.

Spring

Spring

Am I the best, of  us the four?
Am I the one you want to see most?
Got to go now as fall knocks the door
Will I be missed until my turn?

Yours
Spring

Christmas – a poem

Nikita Shalabh is already in a festive mood and can’t wait for Christmas to arrive.  Nikita is a 5th grade student at Sherwood Middle School, Shrewbury.

White Snow
Falling slowly
No school
Happy times
Christmas tree
Lighting up
Very bright
Red, Greeen
Blue, White
Warm, Cozy
Plush blanket
In kitchen
Mom’s fruitcake
yummy, yummy
Sitting down
Stuffing Face
All done
go to sleep
Christmas night
Santa tiptoes
In the night
slowly, slowly
Tiptoe light
Keep presents
crinkling paper
Crunchy cookies
Drinking milk
next morning
stocking filled
wrapped presents
Bright and smooth
Christmas Fun!

– Nikita Shalabh