The Poem

Hi I am back ,ok guys this is something different ,this is the first ever poem my friends(Soham,Deven) and I have written............ so let me begin


Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Everywhere you go

Take a look in the five and ten ,

glistening once again ,

with candy canes and silver lanes a glow .


Toys in every store ,

But the prettiest sigth to see is the holly

that will be on your own front door .

A pair of hop along boots

And a pistol that shoots

Is the wish of Barny and Ben

Dolls that will talk and go for a walk

Is the hope of Janice and Jen .

And Mom and Dad can hardly wait

For to school to start again .


Everywhere you go

There's a tree in the grand hotel ,

One in the park as well .

The sturdy kind that doesn't mind the snow .


Soon the bells will start

And the thing that will make them ring .

Is the carol that we sing

From the bottom of our hearts .

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GΛNESH said…
Very nice poem Mihir. Keep posting more ... :)
2:37 PM
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