Beautiful flower, fragrance all
around,
I am in valley or on cloud.
I heard a scream,
that broke my day-dream.
That’s my mom calling aloud.
By Misha
That's my
daughter's maiden attempt at poetry (I prodded her to try) and I am the culprit, again.
She chose the picture from google search (she rejected the picture that I chose).
Like mother like daughter,good attempt
ReplyDeletethanks a lot!
DeleteVery nice, god bless
ReplyDeletethanks for your wishes!
DeleteWow!!! This is brilliant for a 10 year old!!
ReplyDeletethanks uncle.I know nothing about poetry. just started learning.
DeleteCongratulations! You have got a precocious gem!
ReplyDeletethanks a lot!but still learning
Deletethat's a supeeeeeeeeeer hit poem!!!!!! absolutely loved it!! ask her to create a blog, i will be the first person to subscribe to it!
ReplyDeletethank you! But I am not prepared for that I think - Misha
DeleteHi Deb! Till she starts her own blog, she can be my guest writer - Meenakshi
Lovely and adorable photo ^_^
ReplyDeleteCarol of: (A Creative Harbor) ^_^
thanks a lot!
DeleteAhw! that's so sweet, Very wonderfully written for that age! :)
ReplyDeletethank you.I will try to write more....
Deleteha ha... WOW MEENAKSHI.. you have so many shades.. started on a serious note.. ended up on the naughtiest streak..
ReplyDeleteI LOVE IT..
you replicated my childhood... Sssshhhhhh... :0
Oh! That's fine Deepak, your next comment Misha will answer.
DeleteBTW, Thanks for reading!
Oh I am the culprit again..
ReplyDeletepublished the comment before reading the comment... it's Misha not Meenakshi..
Ahem(clearing throat)..
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DEBUT TO THE BEAUTIFUL MISHA..
10 on 10 from DEEPAK UNCLE.. :)
thank you uncle! that's sweet of you.
DeleteSo sweet!! Give her a hug from me! :)
ReplyDeletethanks aunty!
DeletePoetry seems to run in the family. It is a beautiful piece of writing, and that holds true regardless of age. We are all poets from birth, we just cloak ourselves with layers of prosaicness as we can grow up, till we can no longer find the poet any more. It is wonderful when a parent encourages the child to stay connected to her inner poet. Misha, you are one lucky girl and a lovely poet.
ReplyDeleteThanks uncle! I am lucky.
DeleteWhat a wonderful practice ... mom and daughter haiku. ;-)
ReplyDeleteAha!I do not know haiku but thank you so much.
DeleteSweet start by the young one .
ReplyDeletethat's a very sweet one. :-)
ReplyDeletethat is sweet of you, thanks!
DeleteThe daughter is as talented as her mom.Loved your first attempt,Misha.darling.keep it up!!
ReplyDeletethanks for your blessings!
DeleteWow wow wow ... this is awesome Misha ... this form of poetry is known as Limerick, and I find it one of the toughest forms to write ... but you did it so brilliantly, amazing .... hoping to read more from you :-)
ReplyDeletethanks uncle for encouraging me!
DeleteMy God ! what a beautiful poem...She is following your footsteps...Aakhir beti ahem....bhanji kiski hai ;) By the way Subhorup Dasgupta may be correct....Poetry runs in the family...remember bhayia's idiotic poems ? Although funny but they have poetic element in it..Anyways love u Misha n keep it up
ReplyDeletethanks massi! thanks for lovely comment.
DeleteOMG!this is awesome....
ReplyDeletethanks a lot!
Deleteon mamma's footsteps ---very promising God Bless her
ReplyDeletethanks for your lovely comments!
DeleteLovely attempt by your daughter!
ReplyDeletethanks a lot Ma'am!
DeleteBeautiful :-)
ReplyDeleteShe is so creative!!
thanks a lot!
DeleteMisha is sure to follow in her mom's footsteps. And her choice of picture further shows her good taste :) Great going!
ReplyDeletethanks!Wish me luck.
DeleteMisha is a fragrant flower herself-we can already se a budding poetess here--like mom,like daughter!!!
ReplyDeleteBless you Misha.
thanks for your blessings!I will try for more.
DeleteWow!! lovely pic and a wonderful verse :)
ReplyDeletethanks!
Deletethanks a lot!!!
ReplyDeletehahahaha! Your daughter has composed a perfect poem for her mother's blog! Mothers--the way they bring us down to reality...:)
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