Once a fox, so tall and proud, strutted by a tree

Seeing big plump grapes dangling, he exclaimed’ Oh dear me!’

He jumped up high

Just of the grapes shy

He grumbled and tried again

No height he did gain

No such luck, I’m afraid

‘Oh why?’ he said

‘Those nasty troublesome grapes!’

‘Never mind, I can’t waste my time giving them my gape

They are probably sour anyway’

He stalked off, having had his say

So my friends, you now realize

Being not of enough size

The fox went away grumpily

Even though the juicy grapes were hanging on the tree

What we can’t have or do

We make excuses that aren’t true

We believe we are invincible and the best

But sometimes we fail when put to test

So people, it’s time to let go of your ego

The seeds of humbleness in your mind you must sow.

–         ANAYA SHETH

A ghost in silver armour,

Hiding from the world,

Moving stealthily across the walls,

Looking for people to lure.

He creates worries and tension,

Who could he be?

A shadow of darkness and despair,

Invisible yet never free.

Amidst the calm blue sea,

Lurks this cunning shark.

Silent, waiting to devour,

Dragging you into the dark.

Escape from the prison of anxiety,

Let joy takes its place.

Defy this ghost, don’t let him stay,

Take your power back and rise with grace.

–         Anaya Sheth

ઘર આંગળે ના વૃક્ષ પર મેં જોયું એક પંખી

નાનકડું , સુંદર , મજાનું હતું એ રંગબેરંગી

ખુબ જ અદભુત હતી એની આંખ

પણ ન હતી એને એક પાંખ

આખો દિવસ કૂદાકૂદ કરતુ એ ડાળી ઉપર

પરંતુ ઉડી ન શકતું અને પડતું જમીન પર

આંસુ આવી જતા એની નાની નાની આંખ માં

માં એને વહાલ કરતી અને ખવડાવતી ચાંચ માં

હિમ્મત નહિ હારતું એ , પ્રયત્ન કરતુ દરરોજ

એક દિવસ ગગન માં ઉડશે એવી હતી એની સોચ

કોને કહ્યું એક પાંખે ન ઉડાય ?

તીવ્ર ઈચ્છા હોય તો કઈ પણ કરાય

એને સપના માં એક રાત જોયું પોતાને ઉડતું

વિચાર્યું ‘ મારા સ્વપન ને હું ચોક્કસ કરીશ સાચું’

કોશિશ કરતા કરતા આવ્યો એ દિવસ

ઉડ્યું એ આકાશ માં, જાણે ઉડે પતંગ

હાર નહિ માનવાનું મળ્યું એને ફળ

ખુશી મળી ઉડવાની એને જીવન ભર.

–       અનાયા શેઠ

Disclaimer:  This poem is purely fictional and it does not , in any way, reflect our parenting style.😂😂

It’s hard to put thoughts on paper.

Nobody understands that.

But then

They get a good ragging from their teacher

About a bad piece of writing.

Or a horribly written passage on ‘Punctuality’.

Which is so boring, by the way.

My parents always say ‘Do your homework and then go out to play’.

They are the worst.

‘All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy’

Some wise scholar said.

What if he wasn’t actually a wise scholar?

But

A boy suffering.

A boy named Jack.

Whose parents were just like mine.

Why can’t they just understand?

That writing, for me, is a snooze fest.

Just imagine Roald Dahl.

One of the most decorated authors.

Yet

He struggled in school.

 His teachers.

They called him a ‘Camel in his English’.

Don’t teachers and parents get it?

Football is just as important as Maths.

Cricket as English.

And

Tennis as Science.

Yeah, they don’t believe so.

Pity!

–         ANAYA SHETH

 Dear teachers, you make us grow,

The seeds of our education you lovingly sow,

On your special day, I just want to say, THANK YOU!!!

Thank you for your constant love, support, and guidance,

With patience and kindness, you teach us months after months,

You help us climb the stairs of success,

And stop us from making a mess,

You are the stars in the night sky,

In darkness, you make our lives bright,

We need you to inspire us always,

To illuminate the paths in front of us,

So dear teachers, I thank you again for all you do,

One day is not enough to celebrate you!

–       ANAYA SHETH