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I wrote this rhyme for my sister’s play school for the junior science fair. It is an attempt to make children understand the importance of electricity and how it has made our lives easy and that we should save it or else our coming generations would crave for it. I hope you enjoy it with your little ones!
Benjamin Franklin has done a great deed,
He discovered electricity!
Without electricity our lives would be so dull!
Dull Dull Dull!
Our lives would be so dull.
How could we have turned on the lights?
Dark Dark Dark!
At night, our lives would be so dark!
How could we get cool air of the fans?
Sweat Sweat Sweat!
We would be wet in our sweat!
How would we have cleaned our laundry everyday?
Wash Wash Wash!
We would have to wash without the wash-ing machine!
How would we call our friends?
Tring Tring Tring!
There would be no phones to ring!
Where would we store our ice-cream?
Dream Dream Dream!
We all would dream of ice-cream!
How would our lives be easy?
Easy Easy easy!
We all would be so busy!
Therefore, save electricity as I say!
Save Save Save!
Or else the future would crave!
– AMISHA VERMA
Thank You
❤
Knew A Woman by Theodore Roethke
I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:The shapes a bright container can contain!Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,Or English poets who grew up on Greek(I’d have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek.)
How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and stand;She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin:I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand;She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,Coming behind her for her pretty sake(But what prodigious mowing did we make.)
Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;She played it quick, she played it light and loose;My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;Her several parts could keep a pure repose,Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose(She moved in circles, and those circles moved.)
Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:I’m martyr to a motion not my own;What’s freedom for? To know eternity.I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.But who would count eternity in days?These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:(I measure time by how a body sways.)
Amisha Verma 