FLY AWAY

FLY AWAY

-A Poem By Tanvee Maheshwari

Why do these chains bind me?

Limit my birth?

Break them;

Fly away

What do these people expect of me?

Why downgrade my worth?

Let me spread those wings;

And fly away

Can't you see I'm only human?

Can't you see I just want some mirth?

I'll prove them wrong;

And fly away

The Magical Brew

The Magical Brew

- A Poem By Tanvee Maheshwari

A silver, frothy potion,

bubbling to the top

if you want the solution,

you shall require just a drop

In go the rat tails, 

the blood of a whale,

the skin of a tiger, 

the shell of a snail

Splish,splosh, chink, chomp

stirs the wizard on the broom

when the ingredients are added,

he adds 2 red mushrooms

Hop around the cauldron twice, 

remember not to run,

add just another mushroom,

and the potion will be done

The cauldron abandoned,

its contents now blue

lies in a dark cave,

bet you didn't have a clue

If you want answers,

this one's for you,

just drink a teeny tiny drop

of this magical brew!

All Types Of Chairs

   All Types Of Chairs

-A poem by Tanvee Maheshwari

All types of chairs,

High and low,

For adults and children,

Lined up in a row

  Some are blue,

Some are red.

                 Some are as long as bed

                                                                                                                             One for my study table,

                                                                                                             Two for spare

                                                                                                              Some for high,

 And some for a low fare

                                                                          Big and small

                                                                          Round and square

                                                                          Four, Five, Six –

                                                                          All types of chairs!

- By Tanvee Maheshwari

Out of my window

Out of my window

A poem by Tanvee Maheshwari

Out of my window,

I see day and night

I see the sun and moon 

and how they spread their light

Out of my window, 

I see grasses growing tall

I see trees bearing fruits,

and when those fruits fall

Out of my window,

I see history being made,

when god suddenly appears

and the foundation of love & peace is laid.

~ by Tanvee Maheshwari