School Life

                 

A common friendship clash    

Can’t be bought with cash                       

A last minute exam stress
Can’t be told to press

A joyful time for games  
With lots and lots of blames 

A fight for a game
     Hotter than a flame

A holy person called friend   
Many books to lend

A slow life like a duck

With no air of luck

The age is so bitter       

which is so better

Listen me all the guys        

Time to experience joys                                                                        

by

 Suriya pragalath

            

                                THE WORLD

                                             

How beautiful you are
Many plants and trees you wear

You gave ‘me’ birth
But mother for all

Tears* as a stream
Snow, which is your cream

You gave us all you had
and made us very glad

Your tears is the source of life
But We damaged you without knife

You did not follow your child
And  stayed very mild

Though we pollute you
You do not revenge us
Like our lovely mother

By   

   Suriya pragalath