Exam Fever Returns

Oh darn!The exam fever has begun

no time to run, enjoy and play

while studying english and math our mind sway.Nagging and pushing my mum is after methe science textbook is all I see.Hindi is when we break our headwe recite the long answers even in bed.Marathi seems like piece of cakebut if we don't study........Our lives are at stakeA break is what you need nowbut after the amazing arks we say WOW!During the exam i feel a trickle of sweat run down my spineAfter the results all is fine!!

Megacosm

I was stupefied on looking at the pellucid lake surrounded by the grass filled with fresh dew. The bewitching corals brought charisma and life to the lake.The clear water was viewed in an astounding blue shade because of the sun rays. Ah!How can I forget the sun? The sweltering sun was proudly standing in east and darkening our bodies. The fleecy clouds were spread out all around the sky.The distinctive smell of the anemone, calla lily, begonia,bergamot,the columbine and the cherry blossom brought the garden to smell like floral smelling perfume. I was astounded on looking at the exquisiteness of cosmos!!!!!!!!!!!    

COSMOS

 I was taken aback at the look of the abysmal, dense forest. The trees left me flabbergasted. I looked at them in awe. The sol, shined and brightened in the bare sky. I was overwhelmed by the beauty of nature. The trees extended to nowhere. The trees had no confine. They were extended for miles and miles. Each alluring tree had its own charisma. None of the were were akin or alike. Either their colour differed or the shape. One was juniper, one was a shamrock green while the other would most probably be a seaweed green. Some were deviated from their shape. One of them  had their branches spread out randomly while a few were perfectly dome shaped.The alpine aster brought a wonderful redolence to the forest and so did the amazon lily, angel wing begonia, the blue dawn flower and the blue jacaranda.The cattleya brought allurement to the forest. Man is indiscreet, rude and stolid.   

Walking through Megacrosm

The little sparrow squeaked at the crack of dawn. The leaves of the Hawthorn tree were filled with kosher dew. The sun rose from the waters ( sea of course) of crimson and blue. Shamrock green grass hedged and encircled the puddle made by the light, drizzling rain.The tides of the sea collided the gigantic rock standing upright and firm. Rain sedately fell onto the fresh earth.Light rays passed through the suspended water droplets. A majestic rainbow appeared into the arctic blue sky.The azalea, calla lily, crocus and the eastern reds, fructified and flourished with the help of the scorching suns heat. The cycad butterfly flew from flower to flower in search of saccharine nectar. The mongoose silently crawled in search of nuts. The dangerous and destructive vulture was flying above the tall trees, in search of a juicy prey. The rose ringed parakeet was patiently sitting on the branches of the mango tree. The purple blossomed jacaranda bushes stood silent and sombre in the daylight.   

Macrocosm

                  

           Wow! That is  the word you could say on looking at this limpid lake. It was circular in shape and bantam in size. It was azure blue in colour. Fresh emerald green grass encircled the lake. Fish waded through the fresh waters. Bewitching corals stood still as a boot. As the darkness  flooded in, the effulgent moon marched in. The light shadow of the moon fell onto the lake at a lickety spilt pace.

                  Drip, drip, rain sedately fell onto the earth. Night flew by as fast as a vulture and the sun arose from the sea          { behind the alley} of crimson and blue. The rain did not pause. A magnificent rainbow majestically appeared into the dull grey sky. The perennials swayed from left to right along with the flow of the chinook. 

           Without man touching it, building walls and buildings it looks alluring. Man is stolid, harebrained and heartless. Animals kill for food, in order to live a life, but man only kills for fun, just for sadistic pleasure.   

                        

                                   

                        

A MOTHER'S FEELINGS

  

 A mother's love is unconditional

some think it is fake, despicable.

When her child fails in some or the other field , 

her grief is like an orange being  peeled.

no one can think of her  busy day, 

her condition is worse during the holidays in may.

She goes through wonderful moments of joy

when her son becomes a responsible boy.

She's busy in the kitchen even in the study

no matter how she is she is my buddy.

I share my sorrows, absolutely everything 

 and there I see her smiling.

Her face shines like a pearl 

I love it when she says, " oh, my little girl!"

I love my mom and always will. 

  

             

Papaya Poppers

         What could you expect from a nine your old girl. All, you would think is that she studies all day and listens to her parents. She would be a slim short,girl. Papaya is totally different from all the other girls.She lived all alone. Her father died working in the army and mother died of malaria. She didn't care about that as she was enjoying. All that Papaya cared about was her treasure box. It consisted of a comb her mother had gifted her and her fathers bootlaces . She found both of them very fortuitous. Papaya was very herculean. She could lift a lion. Her appearance was somewhat like this : Papaya had long red hair down her podgy shoulders. She wore a long shirt that came up to her knees and sapphire blue pants which were begrimed  at the end. She was brawny and burly. Papaya were short socks of different designs. Her shoes didn't fit her but she forcefully pushed her feet  in, no matter how tight they were. Her face was as large as a pineapple with pimples all over. Papaya did not like walking on two feet as she found it very uninteresting . Thus, she began walking on her hands. Papaya never spoke very much.

She lived in a frantic cottage. She had placed the table upside down so she could sit inside it and eat her aliments.Papaya was very melodramatic and gentle to others. Even though she did not go to school she followed refined, social behaviour.