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I am the princess of the world.
My arrival is declared by my black guards.
My departure is announced by my seven maids.
I shower down to see my people.
To see my tiny tots playing in the field.
To give life to lifeless things.
To drive out dryness from the field.
To beautify the nature with my dew crystals.
And to know there pain and loving.
I touch the land with a hope of getting a green world.
I touch the water with a hope of getting pure water.
My each drop is for everyone.
And my beauty remains in the heart of every creative people.

Poem by: Tanya James, 11-D

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മൗനം ഭുഷണം – Malayalam poem by Smt.Bindu CR

എന്തു ചൊല്ലുവാന് ഓമലേ ഞാന് , എന് ടെ
ചുണ്ടുകള് മുദ്രണം ചെയ്തിരിക്കവേ………….

അമ്പലങ്ങളും അ ള് താരകങ്ങളും
കൊമ്പു കോര് ത്തു കൊലവിളി കൂട്ടവേ,
ഉരുളുമീ തലകള് ക്കു മീതേയിന്നു
ശാന്തി രഥയാത്ര ഘോഷം കടക്കവേ,
നിര, നിരയായു റുമ്പുകള് ജീര് ണിച്ച
ശവ ശരീരങ്ങള് മൊത്തിക്കുടിക്കവേ,

” അരമുറിക്കൈയ്യി” നാലൊരു ബോഗിയില്
ചെറിയ പെണ്ണിന്ന് ടെ മാനം കവരവേ,
വീതിയേറും കഴുകന്ടെ ചുമലടിയില്
വീണു പ്രാവുകള് കണ്ണു ചിമമീടവേ,
വീശിയെറിയുന്ന വലയില് ഞരമ്പുകള്
ചേര് ത്തു കൌമാരകേളി നിറയവേ,

പൊടിയും, ഏതോ വിഷപ്പുകക്കുഴലുമി —
ന്നമര സീമയില് വാനം കറുക്കവേ,
ഒഴുകിയെത്തിടും എണ്ണപ്പരപ്പിനാല്
അലകടല് ” നീല” നഷ്ടപ്പെടുത്തവേ
ചിതലരി, ച്ചുള്ളുപൊള്ളയാം വാക്കുകള്
ധ്വനിരഹിതമായി വീണുടഞ്ഞീടവേ,

തണലു നല്കാ, തിരുളിലൊളിചെന് ടെ,
നിഴലു, നിര് വാണമുദ്ര കാണിക്കവേ,
സ്വന്തമെന്നു പറയാനൊരു പിടി
ചിന്ത പോലുമിന്നില്ലാതെയാകവേ,
എന്തു ചൊല്ലുവാന് ഓമലേ ഞാന് , എന് ടെ
ചുണ്ടുകള് മുദ്രണം ചെയ്തിരിക്കവേ………….

എന്തു ചൊല്ലുവാന് ഓമലേ ഞാന് എന് ടെ
ചുണ്ടുകള് മുദ്രണം ചെയ്തിരിക്കവേ………….
എന്തു ചൊല്കിലും ഓമലേ അതു നിന്ടെ
പിഞ്ചു നെഞ്ചകം താങ്ങാന്നെഴുതുമോ ????

[Written by Smt.Bindu CR, PGT Hindi]

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Some Poems On Books And Reading

Author Unknown

I like books
I really do.
Books with stories
And pictures, too.

Books of birds
And things that grow.
Books of people
We should know.

Books of animals
And places, too.
I like books
I really do!


I Can Read With My Eyes Shut!
Dr. Seuss

I can read in red. I can read in blue.
I can read in pickle color too.
I can read in bed, and in purple. and in brown.
I can read in a circle and upside down!
I can read with my left eye. I can read with my right.
I can read Mississippi with my eyes shut tight!

There are so many things you can learn about.
But…you’ll miss the best things
If you keep your eyes shut.
The more that you read, the more things you will know
The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go.

If you read with your eyes shut you’re likely to find
That the place where you’re going is far, far behind
SO…that’s why I tell you to keep your eyes wide.
Keep them wide open…at least on one side.


My Name
by Lee Bennett Hopkins

I wrote my name on the sidewalk
But the rain washed it away.
I wrote my name on my hand
But the soap washed it away.
I wrote my name on the birthday card
I gave to Mother today
And there it will stay
For Mother never throws
Of mine away!

This is a good poem to share when your are reading The Day of Ahmed’s Secret.
A book about a young boy in Cairo who has learned how to write his name.


I like books
Big books
Little books
Happy books
Sad books
Books with pictures
Books with words
I like books


-Grandpa Tucker

There are some words so hard to read.
Some confuse like bead and seed.
Do you know of go and dough?
There’s sew and sow, then there’s so!

Sometimes a word is hard to spell.
But it’s important for show and tell.
So work real hard to spell and read ’em.
‘Cause all your life you’ll really need ’em.

A mother’s love, a sunny day,
A frisky puppy hard at play.
Words can chase the clouds away.
Without our words, what would we say?


Hello Book!
by N.M. Bodecker

Hello book!
What are you up to?
Keeping yourself to yourself,
shut in between your covers,
a prisoner high on a shelf.
come in book!
What is your story?
Haven’t you ever been read?
Did you think
I would just pass by you
And pick me a comic instead?
No way book!
I’m your reader
I open you up.
Set you free.
Listen, I know a secret!
Will you share your secrets with me?


Pass The Poems, Please
by Jane Baskwill

Pass the poems please
Pile them on my plate
Put them right in front of me
For I can hardly wait
To take each tangy word
To try each tasty rhyme
And when I’ve tried them once or twice
I’ll try them one more time:
So pass the poems please
They just won’t leave my head
I have to have more poems
Before I go to bed.


by Ann Turner

Do you remember
learning to read?
That book full of squiggles
like ants, escaped.
the teacher’s big thumb
on the page,
your heart beating inside
afraid that all you’d ever see
was ants—
Then a word popped out.
“See,” and another, “cat,”
and my finger on teacher’s
we read “I see cat.”
I ran around the room
so happy I saw words
instead of ants.


School time, learning time,
For you and me.
H I J K L M N O P,
Recess time, book time,
For you and me.
Q R S T U V,
Gym time, sing time,
For you and me.
W, X and Y and Z(Canadian Z)
I’ll really be tired
When I go to bed.


Independent Strategies
by Jill Marie Warner

When I get stuck on a word in a book,
There are lots of things I can do.
I can do them all, please, by myself;
I don’t need help from you.
I can look at the picture to get a hint.
Or think what the story’s about.
I can “get my mouth ready” to say the first letter.
A kind of “sounding out”.
I can chop up the words into smaller parts,
Like on or ing or ly,
Or find smaller words in compound words
Like raincoat and bumblebee.
I can think of a word that makes sense in that place,
Guess or say “blank” and read on
Until the sentence has reached its end,
Then go back and try these on:
“Does it make sense?”
“Can we say it that way?”
“Does it look right to me?”
Chances are the right word will pop out like the sun
In my own mind, can’t you see?
If I’ve thought of and tried out most of these things
And I still do not know what to do,
Then I may turn around and ask
For some help to get me through.


Reading Strategies Song
(to the tune of “I’m a Little Tea Pot)

Look at the pictures, still no clue?
Read it again all the way through.
When you get to the place where you are stuck,
Get your mouth ready and the word pops up!
(AND NOW… let’s check it)
Think about the word you’re trying to say.
Does it make good sense? Does it sound okay?
Do all the letters look right to you?
These are the things good readers do!
Read it again all the way through.
When you come to the tricky part, don’t get blue.
Get your mouth ready but go on by.
Read to the end then give it a try.
(AND NOW…let’s check it again)
Think about the word you’re trying to say
Does it make good sense? Does it sound okay?
Do all the letters look right to you?
These are the things good readers do!


Now That I Can Read
I used to need somebody
To sit and read to me.
I’d look at every page they read
And listen carefully.
But now that I am in first grade,
I’m filling up a shelf
With stories, poems, and other books
That I can read myself.


Emergent Reader Poem
I’m trying hard to learn to read
But what’s a kid to do
When there’s a NO and a GO
and a SO and a HO,
And then there’s a word like TO?
Reading BONE and CONE and
Can almost be kind of fun,
But I get upset when I have to believe
That D-O-N-E spells DONE!
It’s plain to see a kid like me
Sure needs a helping hand.
No matter how much I really try
I just don’t understand.
I’m trying hard to learn to read.
Somehow that’s what I’ll do,
But for now if you’ll just read to me
Someday I’ll read to you!


Funny Words

English has some funny words
They give my mind the jitters
They sound the same to you and me,
But are spelled with different letters.
There’s see and sea
Ans be and bee
It’s terrible confusing!
There’s new and knew
And through and threw.
It’s really not amusing!
There’s deer and dear
And here and hear.
It’s horribly disturbing!
There’s there and their
And bare and bear.
It’s really most perturbing!

English is a Pain (Pane)
Rain, reign, rein
English is a pain.
Although the words
Sound just alike,
The spelling’s not the same.

Bee, be, b
I’d rather climb a tree
Than learn to spell
The same old word,
Not just one way, but three!

Sight, site, cite,
I try with all my might.
No matter which
I finally choose,
It’s not the one that’s right!

There, their, they’re,
Enough to mak you swear.
Too many ways
To write the one sound,
I just don’t think it’s fair!

To, two, too
So what’s a kid to do!
I think I’ll go
To live on Mars
And leave this mess with ewe!


Read to me
by Jane Yolen

Read to me riddles and read to me rhymes
Read to me stories of magical times
Read to me tales about castles and kings
Read to me stories of fabulous things
Read to me pirates and read to me knights
Read to me dragons and dragon-book fights
Read to me spaceships and cowboys and then
When you are finished- please read them again.


A Book Speaks
When you drop me on the floor
I get stepped on – my sides are sore;
Torn-out pages make me groan;
I feel dizzy if I’m thrown;
Every mark and every stain
On my covers gives me pain;
Please don’t bend me, if you do
I don’t want to talk to you;
But we will both be friends together,
If you protect me from the weather
And keep me clean so that I look
A tidy, neat and happy book.


Look in a Book
by Ivy O. Eastwick

in a book
and you will see
and magic
and mystery.

in a book
and you will find
and nonsense
of every kind.

in a book
and you will know
the things
that can help you grow.


In a Story Book
At night when sunshine goes away,
And it’s too dark for me to play,
I like to come inside, and look
For new friends in a story book.


A story is a special thing
The ones that I have read
They do not stay inside the books
They stay inside my head.

Welcome to school!
May this school year bring
You happiness galore,
And may you enjoy it-
Right to the core!

by Eileen Buckard Norris

Books lead folks
To other lands
Bind folks
With friendship bands
Tell folds of bygone days
Bring folks Tomorrow’s way.


How To Eat A Poem
by Eve Merriam

Don’t be polite.
Bite in.
Pick it up and eat the juice that may run down your chin.
It is ready and ripe now whenever you are.
You do not need a knife or fork or spoon
or plate or napkin or tablecloth
For there is no core
or stem
or rind
or pit
or seed
to throw away.


Good Books, Good Times
by Lee Bennett Hopkins

Good books, good times
Good stories
Good rhymes
Good beginnings
Good ends
Good people
Good friends
Good fiction
Good facts
Good adventures
Good acts
Good stories
Good rhymes
GOOD books
GOOD times


What is a Book?
by Lora Duneta

A book is pages, pictures and words
A book is animals, people and birds
A book is stories of queens and kings
Poems and songs- so many things!
Curled in a corner where I can hide
With a book I can journey far and wide
Though it’s only paper from end to end
A book is a very special friend.


Adventures with Books
Author Unknown

Books are ships that sail the seas
To lands of snow or jungle trees
And I’m the captain bold and free
Who will decide which place we’ll see
Come let us sail the magic ship
Books are trains in many lands
Crossing hills or desert sands
And I’m the engineer who guides
The train on its exciting rides. Come, let us ride the magic train
Books are zoos that make a home
For birds and beasts not free to roam
And I’m the keeper of the zoo
I choose the things to show to you
Come, let us visit in a zoo
Books are gardens, fairies, elves
Cowboys and people like ourselves
And I can find with one good look
Just what I want inside a book
Come, let us read! For reading’s fun


Books To the Ceiling
by Arnold Lobel

Books to the ceiling
Books to the sky
My piles of books are a mile high
How I love them
How I need them
I’ll have a long beard by the time I read them


Once Upon a Time
by Bill Martin. Jr.
Once upon a, once upon a
Once upon a time
Tell it again, Storyteller
Tell it again
The Storyteller came to town
To share his gifts sublime
Tell it again, Storyteller
Tell it again
Doors flew open to him
Kings begged him not depart
And children tucked his stories
In the pockets of their heart
Once upon a
Once upon a
Once upon a time
Tell it again, Storyteller
Tell it again.


by Beverly McLoughland

The biggest
On the library shelf
is when you suddenly
Find yourself
Inside a book-
(the HIDDEN you)
You wonder how
The author knew.


The Poet Says
by Babs Bell Hajdusiewicz

A poem is a part of me-
A part of me you do not see
You see my head
You see my hind
But you can’t see what’s in my mind
So I must write that part of me
The part of me you cannot see
I take some paper,
A pencil, or pen
To write what’s in my mind and then…
You have a poem
To read and…see!
I’ve given you
A part of me


Open A Book
by Jane Baskwill

Open a book
And you will find
People and places of every kind
Open a book
And you can be
Anything that you want to be:
Open a book
And you can share
Wondrous worlds you find in there
Open a book
And I will too
You read to me
And I’ll read to you.


What Is A Book?
by Lora Dunetz

A book is pages, pictures, and words;
A book is animals, people, and birds.

A book is stories of queens and kings,
Poems and songs – so many things!

Curled in a corner where I can hide,
With a book I can journey far and wide.

Though it’s only paper from end to end,
A book is a very special friend.

[I found all these lovely poems at and just had to share them with you – Librarian]

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