This is my Poem which I wrote after reading Rabindranath Tagore's Work called 'When The Mind Is Without Fear'
C
When the mind is full of fear
Then close your eyes and see the eyes of nature
See the love of flowers.
Feel the strong cold breeze of mountains.
Feel the shining streams.
See the darkness of forests
Feel the melodious song of nightingales.
Feel the red and yellow colors of the sky.
And when you have this respect and love for the God's nature.
Then your fear will vanish like a magic.
And you will be on the right path which will bring happiness.

The Cat Story

This is the poem written for all naughty and pet cats. C
She tumbles down the staircase in whirls and swirls,
Like a little white pearl
She opens her sleepy hungry eyes for food
If you don't allow she can be rude
She would snarl and bark like a dog
But her anger would shed like a fog
Then she will purr and want some love
And become a quite peaceful dove
A cat who will turn from a beast into a beauty
She is the one whom I think is very pretty
She can empty my pantry in seconds
The cat whom I love and call TRACINS.

rainy winter morning

This is my creation: C

The fragrance of rainy leaves come my way
giving me the life for today
I wake up from my sleepy bed
And open my night curtains shaded in red
A breeze of fresh air runs into my nose
Cold breeze of rain drops,I almost froze
I grab my cup of milk
Walking towards the dewy grass just like silk
Sitting on my lawn grass, fresh with the dew
I begin my morning with a rainy winter view
Clouds drowned in the colors of grey
Smell of sweet wet mud and clay
That's as beautiful as I say
The morning of a rosy day

Slowly the yellow sun rays fall
Making everything fresh as they crawl
Everything is so sweet and sound
Like the beautiful heaven wants to come down
The clip-clap of leaves singing
With the wind in this morning
Its impossible to be sad today
Because even God wishes us to be happy and gay
As I walk on the wet mud
My steps become so tender and soft,like a flower bud
I wish I could thank Thee
The creator of this rainy winter morning, that I see.
That's as beautiful as I say
The morning of a rosy day

The Starting

I am a young writer,still studying.I began writing at the age of 9 years when I was in standard FIVE. After my dad's advice, I began blogging.

In this World there are many people struggling for various things but I say that we should enjoy life more than struggling for making it better.God created LIFE but he never asked for all the changes we have made. The changes are good but they should be limited. We must for sure enjoy our LIFE.