Poem

I Could Not Breathe

The day to go to the sea,

Has come, where I'll not go even if I get a fee,

As I don't like swimming much,

But will go this time to test my luck.

I went there with my cousins,

And knew it would be very troublesome,

We reached there at ten,

To the sea full of pearls and gems.

We changed clothes before swimming,

I did that by going slow and steady,

But the time had come,

To go into the sea for the fun,

We swam and swam,

Very far from the seashore when,

We felt tired and had to go back,

I was left behind, because of the experience I lacked.

But then I felt something,

Touch my feet, down in the sea crawling,

It pushed me deep into the waters,

And I fought with the strength I could muster.

It was becoming hard to breathe,

But could not win from that thing,

What it wanted I never knew,

But I was becoming slowly askew.

Then I saw my cousins coming,

And the monster fled into its dwellings,

They took me back to the seashore,

Where I had some rest therefore.

It was an experience,

Which had been very serious,

I never knew, what the thing was,

As I could not breathe, in the situation where I was.  

Poem

The Fight Of God And Satan

There might have been a fight,

Between God and Satan that have might,

Made our world,

In a matter of some words.

God started the fight by making man,

Satan opposed and made woman,

God made day for brightness,

Satan made night for darkness.

God made water and land,

Satan made fire, volcanoes and,

This fight only came to a stop,

When a whole world had been made, when they had halt.

The reason Satan made woman,

You can ask from the husbands,

]It was a very fine move in the fight,

To challenge the great almighty.

My view of how our world,

Was made in these words,

Just a fight between God and Satan,

Which was not much fatal.

God had been relieved,

After he had seen,

His work of making a world,

Had completed in a matter of words.

Poem

The God We Made

There is a God who made us,

And the one we made to trust,

We don't know that who made us,

But the one we made to trust.

Every religion has their own God,

There own believe, there own accord,

The Gods we made are many,

But the real one we don't know any.

The Christians praise Jesus Christ,

To the end with all their might,

The Hindus praise many Gods,

And the real one to us is like fog.

God is a way,

To have belief, and fight for the coming day,

A way to trust, a way to believe,

And a way to give one relief.

There is a God who made us,

And the one we made to trust,

We don't know that who made us,

But the one we made to trust.

The world has parted,

In two types stated,

Believers and non-believers

What to be is your fever.

Poem

A Disastrous Day

A storm would be coming,

Was told by the forecast running,

It was coming near,

And was increasing the fear.

It would be a simple rain,

But it was just a hope very vain,

The days became cloudy and black,

And fear was the thing we didn't lack.

Then the disastrous day came,

When the clouds began to thunder and shake,

It started raining and there came lightning,

Which made no good to people just frightening.

Water on ground was reaching high,

And choking the people till they die,

Some went up in the buildings,

But then the ground started shaking.

The buildings and houses started collapsing,

And people were trapped and were just dying,

Flood, earthquake and storm,

Made a disastrous day to form.

It had happened at last,

When people had to bow against God's wrath,

It was a miracle of God,

That had made the people to fall.

It was the day,

When bodies of people just lay,

It was just some disasters,

That destroyed everything, but as if it matters.

Poem

Science The Best Gift

Science the greatest gift of all,

Helps us to do anything we call,

Science made many inventions,

To relieve us from all tensions.

Without Science there is no life,

Some say that all the time,

As it is the greatest gift we have got,

To manage our life and comfort with our sorts.

Science has made everything possible,

And made our life good and not miserable,

Writing with pencil or working with gadgets,

It is something we will never forget.

Working with computers or with phones,

Has made us happy even if we are alone,

Sending messages with our phones, to relatives and friends,

Has made the time of telegrams and letters, come to a dead end.

Science tells and explains anything we ask,

Even about eating the food or drinking from a flask,  

Watching television and surfing the internet,

Helps to get the news and pay our debts.

Science helped to reach the moon,

And will also reach other planets soon,

Science also created weapons and bombs,

Which started war and created enemies all along.

Science is not good or bad,

It is the way we use it my lads.