Beggar

Eyes full with tears,
Shattered clothes he wears;
His condition is miserable,
He looks for something reasonable;
He is hungry,
But not at all angry;
His legs move from door to door,
But people shout at him and roar;
He is thin, weak and pitiful,
But the creamy layer is cheerful,
Having eatables in quantity full,
As people have given him plentiful.

My favourite Subject

My favourite subject is History
Which is full of mystery;
It acts like a host,
So I like it the most.
It gives me knowledge of the past,
Which I can learn very fast.
It tell me about tombs, monuments,
And very old structures,
But nothing to deal with nature.
It tells me about the ancient saints,
Queens and emperors,
Who acted as superiors,
And mythological things,
Like dragons with wings.
Though many students think it boring,
I love and treat it as the subject king.

The Two Parrots

In my class, studies a boy,

His name is Deep Roy,
He doesn't know the meaning of toy,
I'll tell you why?

He's just like a parrot,
He doesn't know the colour of a carrot.

He thinks himself to be the best,
But you don't know his chest,
It is as fat as an ostrich's egg in the nest.

But he hasn't earned any fame,
He cannot win a single game,
Because he walks like a fat lame.

The second parror named Sayan knows only how to mug,
He's as slow as a slug,
He cannot differentiate between a glass and a jug.

They got scoldings from all their teachers,
But they were shameless creatures,
With very little features.

At last they went mad,
And were thrown to a mental asylum by the own dad,
Bu still they were not sad!