THE WORST POEM IN THE WORLD

My mom told me to write a poem

I had no idea how that could be done

I set on my desk and tried to think

Didn’t waste my time even to blink

I came up with an idea not very great

Writing poems I very much hate

My poem didn’t even rhyme

To write one sentence I took too much time

My mom told me it had no imagination

I didn’t know what to do in such situation

I thought it was the worst poem in the world

Then some sound I suddenly heard

I was actually a dream very bad

One of the worst I have ever had

I took out my diary and started to write

Out came a poem that was just right!

–        ANAYA SHETH

I want to tell you about a party I want to throw

Till now it was a secret which no one knows

‘Farewell Corona’ will my party’s name

Fun at my party would be insane

All my family and friends will be invited

With all of them there I will be so delighted

I cannot wait to hug them all

To talk face to face and not on a call

There would be no social distance nor any masks

‘Where is the sanitizer?’ no one would ask

We would play games and dance all night

With Corona gone, everything would be just right

My party would be held at a big mall

Bad times in Corona no one would recall

We will all eat some delicious food

Our happy day would not conclude

I wish this day would soon arrive

And I will bid Corona big bye bye

-ANAYA SHETH

मैना आती है मेरे घर

गाना गाती है पेड़ पर बैठ कर

खाना खाती और पानी पीती मेरे साथ हर दिन

कभी नहीं जाती मुझे मिले बिन

प्यारे प्यारे उसके बच्चे

लगते है मुझे बहोत अच्छे

पीली पीली है उसकी चोंच

खेलु उनके साथ रोज़ अैसी है मेरी सोच!

–       अनाया शेठ