Wednesday, July 25, 2007

A daughter's Poem

''My Dad''
Very sweet is my Dad
Nothing in him has he bad,
He's a chapion in the game of squash,
In the clubs, he dresses very posh,
He is very posh, which he cant help,The girls seeing him, begin to melt.
He works in an office , as an engineer,
The large ship Viraat, he sometimes has to steer
He look like me as you can see, I am in carbon copy
like the bytes in my flopy.
Since I'm in the boarding,
I am very sad,
But you don't have to worry,
cause the greatest is my dad.

''My Mother''

I love my mother a lot,
Some special qualities she has got.
She has very well brought me up,
and sometimes tells me to Shut up.
She loves to pet a little cat
and made me a spoilt brat.
She loves my father very much
But first , On lalit , she had a crush,
She loves me too and I surely know,
The expressions on her face, tell me so.
Sometimes she does things I hate ,
Still no one in my heart can take her place.

Tullika at eleven!

Shocked

SHOCKED AND CONFUSED
I was shocked, confused, bewildered
as I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
by the lights or its decor.
But it was the folks in Heaven
who made me sputter and gasp
the thieves, the liars, the sinners,
the alcoholics, the trash
There stood the kid from seventh grade
who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
who never said anything nice.
Herb, who I always thought
was rotting away in hell,
was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
looking incredibly well.
I nudged Jesus, "What's the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How'd all these sinners get up here?
God must've made a mistake.
And why's everyone so quiet,
so somber? Give me a clue.
Hush, child," said He.
They're all in shock.
No one thought they'd see you.
Judge NOT...
Be kind. We're all in this together.~
:-)