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Whoop, Screech, I say "Hi"

Chit chatter, whoop, screech,
We come in a group, hanging on trees,
Dancing and jumping on branches together,
Babies holding onto their mothers,
“Naughty little troop” is our name,
We love playing so many games.

Brown round bodies, hands and feet,
A long winding tail; bananas we eat,
We love each other and live in a pack,
Just like you, we also laugh,
So, now do you know, “Who am I?”
Think a little while and give a try.

(Few lines and new rhymes for the kids to enjoy.)

Image Credits - Google Images
Poem © Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)
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December, the last month of the year comes with a festive mood, especially the 25th December, birth day of Jesus Christ. This day being celebrated as Christmas across the globe. Since my schooldays I associated Christmas with snow, Santa, stocking, gifts, cakes, chocolates and long holidays. And these continue to be the celebratory items even today, not just for me but for every child. It is the time when families come together. Christmas not just exemplifies merriment and togetherness, it also stands for hope that darkness would eventually leave. 

So for this year's Christmas, my poem for the children.


Jingling bells of winter,
Sounds every December,
Here comes happy holidays,
Like warmth of the sun-rays,
One night of empty stocking,
Filled with gifts next morning,
Santa visits all, tells my Mom,
Rich girl Tina and also poor Tom,
Each one's family together to merry,
With cakes, chocolates and cherry,
Fear and sadness all gone,
For this day Hope was born.

© Copyright Salvwi Prasad[POETICbug]


White wings and Red horns

They have been part of bedtime stories since ages. Angels and Devils. And that is how every kid gets his/her first moral teachings of life. The concept of good and evil might be unfathomable at their age if told in a bland manner. To explain them that good and evil both reside within us might be slightly tough in a direct way. And that is when all stories, poems and songs give a helping hand. Say the same as stories or sing as a poem , they grasp it well and easily. 

When I started writing for a kid's theme I was skeptical. I had never written children's poetry, until now. I was definitely nervous. I had to take care that the lines should be simple, understandable and easy to rhyme along for the kid.

 And as a reward for my effort, my friend's niece won the first prize reciting this poem. It is extremely satisfactory to know that someone recited your poem so well. Takes me back to my childhood days.

So here it goes my maiden poem for the kids on their day. Happy Children's Day. 

White wings and Red horns

Little wings white,
Angel tells what's right,
Red Devil horns,
Teaches me all wrong,
I searched with my cat,
And found them in my heart.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        This is my cute reciter 

© Copyright Salvwi Prasad [POETICbug]


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