Poems📜 evergreen…

Good day dear reader! Here are some of my poems posted till now together…..hope you all enjoy them joyfully!👍

An old silver pen and a small bottle of ink are on a sheet of paper where is the write Poetry

(1)A Poem about poems

Poems, poems, poems… We all know about poems. They maybe about nature, fairies or garden gnomes.

But why to write poems? Why to spend so long, just to write some songs?

But these poems are not just songs for entertainment, but my feelings about nature, society, people, imaginations and environment.

                                            Aadya Singh

(2)Books

Books, books, books… Let’s read and become clever crooks. Books of stories or how to become a cook??

Books can even have Peter Pan and Captain Hook,What a sneeky snook!

Whatever a book maybe about, cooks or fame, The love of mine for books will always remain the same.

Aadya Singh

(3)The different world

There are different people in the world, there are different creatures in the world.

There were different knights in the world, who even didn’t know how to carry a sword.

There are different animals in the world, there are different things in the world.

There are different children in the world, who even don’t know the taste of curd.

Aadya Singh

(4)North star

North star, North star, Daddy says you are very far. What we need is a rocket or car?

North star, oh star, Mommy says quite big you are. But you look like you can fit in a jar!!!

Oh star, dear star,brother says you show us way. But why can’t I see you in the day?

Stars, star, also around Mars you are. Sister says when outside we lay, to see you it is the best way. But why some of your friends don’t twinkle anyway?

Aadya Singh

(5)Black & white

Black and white, one is dark, so the other is light.

Black stands for darkness, sadness and fear, like on a peak of the highest mountain, standing on its mear.

While the other stands for plain and fresh, and sometimes the path is clear.

There are many other different colors too, which stand for many other things, and some are created each day of the year.

All I want to say, through all these words, is that each one is different and a different soul is there in every individual.

Aadya Singh

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