August 24, 2012

THE LITTLE ONE.-by Rishi


my little brother,who.just came....
hasn't even got a name....

look at his nails so small.....
you hardly notice them at all.....

perhaps, someday he will learn to walk....!
perhaps ,someday he will learn to talk!!

but all he does now, is to yell....
which he does extremely well......

my mumma told me ...I was once like that, born very fat, I had my first pic in a big red hat.......

once I also had small fingers.....
while walking..even I lingered.....

I also used to cry.....
to make me laugh , everyone would try....

silent, I never could be kept,
till on the soft -soft bed I slept.....

but as I am today, I want my brother to b the same......
someday he should also become a real person,
A REAL PERSON - as I am today......

- Rishi Sheth.

Untitled by Yesha.


When I finally have to go
I hope it doesn't happen too slow
And if I could choose you or me
I would go ahead and pay my fee

I could wait a few more years
To be together where there are no more tears
I think that you should stay behind
But if you were there I wouldn't mind

I see no more sadness
I've escaped the world's mess
The time with you has been great
But the night is getting late

Everyone has their own time to go
But no one ever gets to know
I hope that when you finally get there
I can show you around....

- Yesha