My Daily Life

Once the animal kingdom had animals a plenty, With plant life nimble and dainty. But that was decades ago, There are not enough animals left in this century though. There numbers are declining , That's because of deforestation, development and mining . Many have become extinct , And there is no sign of their instinct . Animals are wonderful creatures, But they are getting killed by poachers. They need to be saved, Otherwise their presence will be much craved.

Mr Invention, Will reveal a confession. Now let us see what he has to say , Will his confession destroy his day? He looks disturbed , For the first time he looks absurd. Is his confession bad , He seems quite sad. Looking at him, Everyone thought that he committed a sin. Here is the confession , He said it was just an irritating robot he invented. People got angry , They thought it would be something more juicy. They shouted and screamed , Mr Invention thought it was a bad dream. This is the end of his story , And also of his inventions and glory.

Independence is like soaring in the sky with our own wings, It was something which freedom fighters craved most  of all things. Now let me tell you a story, India was called the golden bird and went down in history, For it's flora and glory. Now the British did something which was very wrong indeed. And you can say that they planted a war seed. It got water and air and became a huge tree. It caused many wars and fights, Every Indian fought for their human rights. But some years later India was blessed, When Mahatma Gandhi grew he cared for each and every Indian. He stopped all the wars by using non-violence, We should all remember the sacrifices made by our freedom fighters, And indeed it was 15 August 1947. We should all pay tribute and pray, For that India which has made us happy and gay.

Conserving planet earth is the need of the hour, We are destroying our planet by driving so many cars. There is a lot of pollution and smoke, We breath the filthy air and get choked. The way  we are cutting trees continuously, One day not even one tree would be alive. The ozone layer has gone black from air pollution, Air pollution is in each corner of all nations. The noise pollution has gone too high, We humans are making it much worse,I don't deny. The garbage in the landfill site is rotting, It affects the already bad condition of the soil, Soil pollution is arising because we are throwing aluminum foil. The dirty water is sign of water pollution, It breads mosquitos which cause  many diseases. Have you ever wondered why it is so hot, It's all because of global warming it makes the day very hot. Let us lend our helping hand to save our Earth, So, everything can be fine and just like before. 

Meeting Mr. Ruskin Bond is a delight , To my happiness it adds light, Makes me happier than ever, Maybe I will be found right on cloud nine. I always used to think when will I meet Mr. Bond, Cause he is my favourite author, Everyone likes his stories and they are fond of the books he writes and hia words are lovable and never give a fright.

One warm evening, my mother asked to fetch oil from the cupboard. I raced through the corner and to the cupboard only to find there was no oil. I told her about it and then she asked me to go with my father to get oil from the market. So we both went to the market and asked for oil. They said it was finished. So we went to another store and asked the same question. They said it was not in stock. They also added that it would come 6 in the morning. We were horrified. There was no other store in our colony. We could only think of one thing. Going to other market and fetching oil. So we booked an auto and went there. Thankfully they had oil. As we were purchasing it, out of the blue, it started raining cats and dogs! This was the worst thing! We dint have an umbrella. No auto could be found. It probably meant that we had to go walking in this heavy rain. We ran as fast as our legs would carry. When we neared our house we were soaked through our skins. What would mummy say? Probably she w

The jungle is an animal home, So big, so huge but not shaped like a dome. The giraffe is so tall who crunches on leaves, But doesn't make a home like the weaver bird who weaves. The zebra is striped black and white, And sometimes for their companions sake they get involved in a fight. The lion is the king of beast, But, I think his ferociousness will never teach him to greet. The tiger is so orange like the sun, But we humans are shooting him with gun. The rabbits like to hop- hop so much, They enjoy it when their fur get touched. All these animals live in the jungle, Where they all are safe and mingle.