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Neeti Tibrewala Poem
Let's fly high
Let's touch the sky
Let's give it a try
We need no pushes
We can kick start ourselves
We need no pulls
We can trek up ourselves
We take care of the family
Then why not ourselves?
We act like a flower
In the early breeze
We act like a butterfly
Fluttering throughout the day
We act like a steel
At the stormy nights
We don't act selfish
If we are standing for ourselves
We need no wings to fly
To unconfine our dreams
To listen to our hearts
To believe in our passion
We are the bright eyed
We live with honour and pride
Be it a home maker
Be it a story teller
Be it a working lady
Be it an artist
We are all the Elakshis!
Yes! We can fly high
We can touch the sky!
Copyright © Neeti Tibrewala | Year Posted 2016
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Neeti Tibrewala Poem
Piece of paper
I want to be an Origami sheet
They can make a boat of me
Then make a rose of me
Then make a gift box of me
For the friend to cherish me.
I want to be an art sheet
The artist can paint on me
Sketch their mind on me
Craft something new on me
For the world to adore me.
I want to become a plain sheet
For a writer to scribe on me
To open their heart on me
To recite a poem on me
For the readers to review me.
Neeti Tibrewala
Copyright © Neeti Tibrewala | Year Posted 2016
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Neeti Tibrewala Poem
This menace is my son
Brings me a lot of fun
Always wants to run
Hates to eat even a little bun
I love oiling him
But he loves bathing
And is annoyed
If the taps aren't running
He bites the candies
Swallows rice
Dislikes chapatti
But oats are nice
Only if filled with spice
His actions during rhymes
Makes my eyes shine
If he gives a good take
Then the effort is all mines
This little one has many fans
They keep on visiting
Yet! the uploading of photos and videos are never ending.
Toys bore him
He is amazed by the sounds
Loitering is favorite pastime
Music makes him go round and round
I enjoy listening "shhooooo"
While tying his shoe lace up
And also "mum”
When his tumbler is bottoms up
Splashing water everywhere
Killing winter worries me
Leaking diapers don't bother him
Being naughty is 'Me'!
To sleep, he hides my phone inside him
As though I am a thief
I need to stare at him
The lullabies can take a leave
Some injections kept him healthy
Some drops, able
My son! You will always be in my prayers and
And a prayer too
'Dhairya', I love you
May you arise high like a star
That shines on its own
And also help others shine.
Copyright © Neeti Tibrewala | Year Posted 2016
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