
Celebrating her uniqueness| Poem by 12 year old from Bangalore
I hear Tara cry the minute she comes home, And I know something’s not right, She seems afraid to tell me what’s going on. But
I hear Tara cry the minute she comes home, And I know something’s not right, She seems afraid to tell me what’s going on. But
Pollution needs a solution Pollution here, pollution there, Pollution is everywhere. Fifty years ago, This planet wasn’t such a mess, Look at the catastrophe we
At present, I have plenty of leisure, To do all things that give me pleasure I enjoy drawing and painting all day, even with my
I climbed up the chair, I fell I went for a run, I tripped I tried to play, I tumbled My mates cackled, as
A free spirit Soaring high In the sky In blue and glowing days It leads the way Through the thick and thin I
I bought an ice-cream from the shop, Suddenly it started to dance, I asked the shopkeeper what was happening, He said that the ice-cream would dance and prance. ** Sometimes
I hear Tara cry the minute she comes home, And I know something’s not right, She seems afraid to tell me what’s going on. But
Pollution needs a solution Pollution here, pollution there, Pollution is everywhere. Fifty years ago, This planet wasn’t such a mess, Look at the catastrophe we
At present, I have plenty of leisure, To do all things that give me pleasure I enjoy drawing and painting all day, even with my
I climbed up the chair, I fell I went for a run, I tripped I tried to play, I tumbled My mates cackled, as
A free spirit Soaring high In the sky In blue and glowing days It leads the way Through the thick and thin I
I bought an ice-cream from the shop, Suddenly it started to dance, I asked the shopkeeper what was happening, He said that the ice-cream would dance and prance. ** Sometimes
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