Varun Sivashankar Poems
|1.||The Tree Outside My Room||2/21/2013|
|4.||My Adventures In The Sea||3/3/2013|
|7.||On A Swing||3/7/2013|
|8.||My Brother's Excuses||3/7/2013|
|9.||The Doctor's Fear||3/7/2013|
|10.||Sights From A Train||3/7/2013|
|12.||Another World: Dreams||3/7/2013|
|13.||21st December: The End Of The World||3/7/2013|
|16.||My Dad's Work||3/7/2013|
No doubt one of my favourite games,
Is none other than cricket,
I like the high emotions when,
There is a six or a wicket.
When it's a close match,
We bite our nails,
When our team wins,
Our players we appreciate.
Cricket is the best game far and wide,
I am sure that I am right.
We spend all our pounds and pence,
To see sixes and fours racing to the fence.
ODIs are interesting,
Ticket sellers are few,
And people who want ODI tickets,
Have a long, long queue.
Cricket is the best,
Forget the rest,
And the chosen ...
When it finally came, the season of spring,
I thought I'd enjoy everything.
But the singing of the birds drove me raving mad,
Insects in my house everywhere I had.
I sneezed every time I sniffed the pollen in the air,
By the end of the season, I was crying in despair.
Then came summer and parched me dry,
I prayed for rain but there wasn't a cloud in the sky.