Winter

Atul came back from Bala Vihar today and gave his usual answer 'Nothing' when I asked him "What did you do in the class today?". He is so since his KG days. Many a time, I had to show surprise or shock of the updates happening in the school whereas my darling son always had only one answer 'Nothing'.:)

Even before his arrival, I got the updates from his teacher today. Later on, something flickered in his mind I believe and said, "I wrote a poem on winter and it is graded excellent. It is not my best though."

Well, here it is.....

Winter is a wonderful season of fun
There’ll be a breeze of cold air when we run

We get more of the moon than the sun
What a wonderful breeze comes from the wind while having a bun

We get holidays and have fun while adults rest even a nun
Yes, winter is a season filled with fun

In a few days, children catch severe cold
Even though we want to go out and be bold

We have to do what our parents have told
For children, holidays weigh a kg of gold

Because of this cold, our winter holidays are sold
And when summer starts again, the story of winter folds


Waaaah... what innocence! It really brought an instant smile and glow on my face. My memory shifted to the day when I carried my baby home 12 winters ago. :)

I shall post the poems written by other kids also and update this blog soon.