My grand daughter who is a poetic genius-Raja Thatha
Maithree Venkatesan
is my grand daughter .I am extremely
proud of her because she is a thinker as well as poet .I am below two poems , the first one written by her when she was
eight years old and the second
one nine years later.You can see that she was
a budding thinker then and
accomplished thinker now
The butterfly park
By
Maithree Venkatesan
(This poet is only eight years old and is my grand daughter: Raja Thatha)
I once went to a butterfly park,
And was greeted by dogs, ready to bark,
With many pretty little butterflies,
Flittering around the sky.
Two little butterflies came and sat on me,
I laughed and smiled, shining with glee.
We watched a film, which told us about butterflies,
In which I learnt how butterflies fly.
Finally it was time to go,
The butterflies said “Hi” though!
I said ‘bye” and turned around the bend,
My little trip came to an end.
By
Maithree Venkatesan
(This poet is only eight years old and is my grand daughter: Raja Thatha)
I once went to a butterfly park,
And was greeted by dogs, ready to bark,
With many pretty little butterflies,
Flittering around the sky.
Two little butterflies came and sat on me,
I laughed and smiled, shining with glee.
We watched a film, which told us about butterflies,
In which I learnt how butterflies fly.
Finally it was time to go,
The butterflies said “Hi” though!
I said ‘bye” and turned around the bend,
My little trip came to an end.
A Fish out of Water
BY MAITHREE VENKATESAN
Sometimes, I feel like a goldfish.
Watching the sun rays race through the illusioned glass,
To shimmer like the love I desired.
Swimming around in a pool of necessity,
I am confined by walls of unrequited sight,
As the world watches me watch them.
Sometimes, I feel like a goldfish,
Stuck in a solitary bowl, void of echoes.
'Build bridges, not walls', they all told me,
But my bridges had been burned down a time too
many.
And so I chose to put up these walls instead.
My teary eyed reflection hears,
But walls seldom listen.
She's my sole companion,
A figment of the other half I so desire,
My necessity.
Sometimes, I feel like a goldfish.
And so, I brought one home today.
The world would have two less lonely hearts.
1 comment:
Dear Sir,
A suburb called Mangere of Auckland New Zealand has a Butterfly park.
It contains many butterflies but in a controlled environment.
Auckland can be quite cold during our winter months( July to September)
Is your grand-daughter's poem about a similar park where she lives?
Regards
Venkatram
Auckland
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