tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291529716816179232024-02-02T23:37:25.969+05:30Peeves' Favourite PoemsMy favourite poems, mostly by other poets, a few by me too.Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-17555502087879864772023-10-20T22:14:00.001+05:302023-10-20T22:14:42.057+05:30A Homeless NightMy family's gone, <div>There's no one home. </div><div>It's only me</div><div>Who's home alone. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm stuck without friends or foe. </div><div>My sadness has begun to grow, </div><div>It's outdated I've outgrown </div><div><br /></div><div>My family's gone, </div><div>There's no one home.</div><div><br /></div><div>I go to the garden to talk to my friends</div><div>Who tell me about some new trends.</div><div><br /></div><div>My family's gone there's no one home</div><div>It's only me who's home alone.</div><div><br /></div><div>They're still not here</div><div>I'm waiting for long</div><div>I turn this rhyme into a song.</div><div><br /></div><div>At last I cross my fingers and I see them in the car.</div><div>I jog up to them, and then we go afar. </div><div><br /></div><div>- Mahika Pradhan</div><div><br /></div><div>(Created while waiting alone for parents to return home.)</div>Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-42827183715589965272019-01-18T12:15:00.002+05:302019-01-18T12:15:46.546+05:30Chintu, Pintu In The Village<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
गोष्टीचे नाव जरी इंग्रजी मध्ये असले तरी गोष्टं मराठीत आहे.<br />
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एक मुलगा मुलगी होते. त्यांची नावं चिंटू आणि पिंटू. मुलगा चिंटू, आणि मुलगी पिंटू. ते एका छोट्या गावात राहत होते. त्या गावाचा एक 'bravest' भूभू होता.<br />
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चिंटू आणि पिंटू दररोज लवकर उठायचे आणि ब्रश करून शाळेत जायचे. एक दिवस त्यांच्या 'ट्रॅव्हलर' च्या ऑंटी फोने आला की गाडी खराब आहे म्हणून मेन रोड वर या.<br />
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मग ते गेले सर्व बाहेर. तर बघतो काय! गाडी बंद पडली होती. चिंटू-पिंटूची आई मेकॅनिक होती. मग तिने गाडीच्या खाली जाऊन गाडी दुरुस्त केली. गाडीच्या पुढचे मशीन पण ठीक केलं.<br />
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सगळेजण त्यांच्या आईला थँक यू म्हणाले. मग सगळे शाळेत गेले.<br />
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अशी झाली छोट्या गावातली गोष्टं! </div>
Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-41452233690629720322019-01-03T14:44:00.003+05:302019-01-03T14:44:37.194+05:30मुलगा आणि झाडे<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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झाडांवर बसला होता</div>
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तो गेला फिरायला
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खूप झाडे-झाडे होती</div>
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त्याने सगळी झाडे<br />
खाऊन टाकली</div>
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Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-19968478631965440192019-01-03T14:41:00.001+05:302019-01-03T14:41:23.592+05:30Sand In The Water<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The water on the sand</div>
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All the people<br />
Going on the sand<br />
In the water</div>
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All the people<br />
Have their sea-sand suits</div>
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They're enjoying<br />
Sea-bathing</div>
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Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-16428011723077301692019-01-03T14:33:00.001+05:302019-01-03T14:33:07.718+05:30The Sandwich Song<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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What, what things in the sandwich<br />
Batatoes, tomatoes, and some cheese and sauce<br />
Our sandwich is ready!</div>
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Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-18643345050985866882018-12-27T16:17:00.000+05:302018-12-27T16:17:18.777+05:30Dolphin Song<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Jumping in the water<br />
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They jump always<br />
Jumpy, jumpy, jump</div>
Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-32297576308254898212018-12-27T13:01:00.000+05:302018-12-27T13:01:43.049+05:30तारा हैं गगन में<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
(First impromptu Hindi song by Mahika.)<br />
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तारा हैं गगन में<br />
चाँद हैं गगन में<br />
सुरज हैं गगन में<br />
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उपर कैसे जायेंगे हम?<br />
Aeroplane से जाना होगा<br />
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Aeroplane जाता हैं आकाश के ऊपर<br />
Aeroplane जाता हैं सूरज के ऊपर<br />
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Moon के ऊपर भी जा सकता हैं<br />
सूरज के ऊपर भी जा सकता हैं </div>
Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-60619228979566577002018-09-03T10:44:00.003+05:302018-09-03T10:44:43.382+05:30The Cycling Song<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
(Impromptu song made by Mahika while riding her bicycle.)<br />
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Keep pedalling<br />
Keep pedalling<br />
On the left<br />
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When people come in front of you<br />
Ring the bell and put on the brakes<br />
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Keep pedalling<br />
Keep pedalling<br />
On the left<br />
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Cycling pedalling<br />
Keep pedalling<br />
On the left<br />
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You have to exercise<br />
Cycling or swimming<br />
Swimming or jogging<br />
Jogging or running<br />
Running or walking<br />
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Keep pedalling<br />
Keep pedalling<br />
On the left</div>
Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-55842019181656941932018-08-29T15:08:00.000+05:302018-09-01T09:45:11.225+05:30Zebra, Lion, And Snake Song<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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(Impromptu poem made by Mahika.)</div>
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Zebra, in the dark jungle<br />Eating some grass<br />And drinking some water<br />
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Lion, in the dark jungle<br />Eating a bone</div>
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Snake, in his house<br />Eating a mouse</div>
Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-66047952149531758222018-07-13T15:42:00.001+05:302018-07-13T15:42:42.187+05:30The Water Song<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The water is very nice, nice</div>
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The soap is mine, mine, mine</div>
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The water is cold, cold, cold</div>
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And it makes me feel good at home, home, home</div>
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I love the water in my bath tub like a baby whale!</div>
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(Impromptu poem by Mahika)</div>
Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-11869748557645023912017-09-15T14:14:00.002+05:302017-09-15T14:14:52.118+05:30I Have A Little Doggy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The poem is a little funny, with no rhyme. It's still her first and deserves a note here.<br />
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I have a little doggy<br />
And he bit one little friend<br />
And he bit one parrot<br />
She knocked on the door<br />
And nobody inside.</div>
Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-83642754542284838842017-07-30T21:51:00.004+05:302017-07-30T21:51:57.839+05:30झोप<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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झोप जाते कोठून<br />
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आली की काय करते?<br />
खाते काय, पिते काय?<br />
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झोपेला झोप आली तर<br />
माणसाला झोप येईल काय?<br />
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(Composed by my father for my daughter)</div>
Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-75638681319482746582017-06-07T14:14:00.000+05:302017-06-08T13:37:28.569+05:30एक छोटा बीज<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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आँख बंद करके, वो सोया रहता था<br />
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टिपुर टिपुर बारिश, बीज पे गिरती थी<br />
सरकते सरकते सरकते, वो सरकता चला गया<br />
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एक समय आया, सूरज ने प्रकाश डाला<br />
सूरज की किरणें बोली, अब तू बहुत सो लिया<br />
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बीज ने ली अंगड़ाई, और वो उठ गया<br />
इधर उधर देखके वो नाचने लगा<br />
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एक छोटा पौधा, अब वृक्ष में बदल गया<br />
आसपास के गाँव में वो छाँव देने लगा<br />
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आते जाते लोगों को वो छाँव देने लगा<br />
आहा छाँव देने लगा, आहा छाँव देने लगा<br />
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[My daughter performed this song in her first ever school gathering. She could sing it all very well and performed it superbly. Not only is the song beautiful, but my daughter's rendition makes it all the more lovely.]</div>
Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-73347592810740422932013-10-05T22:33:00.002+05:302013-10-05T22:33:29.439+05:30The Road<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Waiting for no man, time or tide.<br />
it was born as a village street<br />
On which children played without shoes on their feet.<br />
As the children grew<br />
the street changed anew.<br />
Now it became a town road<br />
And was made to look like one in Abroad.<br />
But now it has become a road,<br />
On which city life walks like a crew aboard.<br />
Symbolising sophisticated people and their world.<br />
But has it forgotten the time - now very blur,<br />
When it was a village road;<br />
And not one cared about it, not even a toad?<br />
No! It hasn't forgotten the days<br />
When it transformed in a thousand ways,<br />
In the position it is ow<br />
Discarding its 'olden things' then and now.<br />
But it is happy with its life so far<br />
As it is with Broadway on par.<br />
It has helped people reach their destination<br />
And has taught them to progress with determination.<br />
It has shared so many joys and sorrows<br />
Seen so many happy faces and burdened brows,<br />
That it feels lucky to have been<br />
Whatever he is, than Broadway be.<br />
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- 20-Sep-2000 (I wrote this poem around 13 years back.)</div>
Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-80382374102438543942013-07-14T21:39:00.003+05:302013-07-14T21:39:44.845+05:30ऋतुराजाची चाहूल<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
- पद्मा गोळे<br />
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पानगळती सरली,<br />
ऋतुराजाची चाहूल<br />
झाडावेलीना लागली.<br />
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देवचाफा हा पहा ना<br />अंगोपांगी बहरला,<br />मोगराही कोवळ्याशा<br />पाने सजाया लागला. </blockquote>
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डोळे खिळविती माझे<br />
जास्वंदीची लाल फुले,<br />
बहाव्याने येथे तेथे<br />
सोनतोरण बांधिले.<br />
<br />
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'कुहू' गाऊन कोकिळा<br />करी वसंत-स्वागत,<br />तिलाही मी विनविते<br />शिकव ना मला गीत. </blockquote>
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Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-81665071564149387672013-06-28T23:01:00.001+05:302013-06-28T23:01:40.355+05:30Delight in Disorder<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
- Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674)<br />
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A sweet disorder in the dress<br />
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:<br />
A lawn about the shoulders thrown<br />
Into a fine distraction:<br />
An erring lace, which here and there<br />
Enthrals the crimson stomacher:<br />
A cuff neglected, and thereby<br />
Ribbands to flow confusedly:<br />
A winning wave, deserving note,<br />
In the tempestuous petticoat:<br />
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie<br />
I see a wild civility:<br />
Do more bewitch me than when art<br />
Is too precise in every part.</div>
Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-39162279642967534072013-06-23T22:19:00.000+05:302013-06-23T22:19:19.198+05:30वासरू<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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- आत्माराम रावजी देशपांडे (कवी अनिल) (१९०१ - १९८२)<br />
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ओढाळ वासरू रानी आले फिरू<br />
कळपाचा घेरू सोडुनिया<br />
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कानांमध्ये वारे भरुनिया न्यारे<br />
फेर धरी फिरे रानोमाळ<br />
<br />
मोकाट मोकाट, अफाट अफाट<br />
वाटेल ती वात धावू लागे<br />
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विसरुनी भान भूक नि तहान<br />
पायांखाली रान घाली सारे<br />
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थकुनिया खूप सरता हुरूप<br />
आठवे कळप तयालागी<br />
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फिरू जाता मागे दूर जाऊ लागे<br />
आणखीच भागे भटकत<br />
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पडता अंधारू लागले हंबरू<br />
माय! तू लेकरू शोधू येई. </div>
Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-46796868342109019352013-06-16T21:11:00.000+05:302013-06-16T21:11:44.110+05:30अन्योक्ती<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
- कृष्णशास्त्री चिपळूणकर (१८२४ - १८७८)<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">मयूरान्योक्ती</span><br />
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झाडे पेटुनी वाजती कडकडा, त्यांचा ध्वनी होतसे,<br />
ज्वाला राहुनि राहुनी उठती या, विद्युल्लता ही नसे,<br />
काळा धूर नभी बहु पसरला, हा मेघ नोहे खरा,<br />
वर्षाकाळ न हा, दवानल असे, मोरा, पळे रे घर घरा.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">शुकान्योक्ती </span><br />
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फळे मधुर खावया असति, नित्य मेवे तसे,<br />
हिरेजडीत सुंदरी कनकपंजरीही वसे,<br />
अहर्निश तथापि तो शुक मनात दु:खें झुरे,<br />
स्वतंत्र वनवृत्तिच्या घडिघडी सुखाते स्मरे.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">बाकान्योक्ती </span><br />
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उभा राहे एके चरणी धरणीते धरुनिया,<br />
तपस्चर्या वाटे करित जणु डोळे मिटुनिया.<br />
बका, ऐशा ढोंगे तव अमति मासेच ठकती,<br />
परि ज्ञाते तूझे कपट लवलाही उमजती. </div>
Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-7568436751918057832013-06-13T21:44:00.003+05:302013-06-13T21:45:07.290+05:30Habits of the Hippopotamus<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
- Arthur Guiterman (1871-1943)<br />
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The hippopotamus is strong<br />
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And huge of head and broad of bustle;<br />
The limbs on which he rolls along<br />
Are big with hippopotamuscle.<br />
He does not greatly care for sweets<br />
Like ice cream, apple pie, or custard,<br />
But takes to flavour what he eats<br />
A little hippopotamustard.<br />
The hippopotamus is true<br />
To all his principles, and just:<br />
He always tries his best to do<br />
The things one hippopotamust.<br />
He never rides in trucks or trams,<br />
In taxicabs or omnibuses,<br />
And so he keeps out of traffic jams<br />
And other Hippopotamusses.</div>
Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-85586913314885875652013-06-12T23:36:00.001+05:302013-06-12T23:36:20.395+05:30British Rail Regrets<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
- Stephen Morris<br />
<br />
British Rail regrets<br />
The delay of the 9.20 train<br />
From New Castle-on-Tyne,<br />
Which was due to arrive<br />
In Bristol at 18.00 hours.<br />
The delay has occurred<br />
Because the train has been derailed<br />
Seven miles north of Leeds,<br />
After being in collision<br />
With an empty passenger train.<br />
So far, only forty-seven<br />
Of the hundred and ten<br />
Bodies have been identified,<br />
Seventeen of these being children.<br />
Will people meeting the train<br />
Please report<br />
To the Station Master's Office,<br />
Which can be found on platform one,<br />
Where they will receive<br />
Further information?<br />
We would like to apologise,<br />
For any inconvenice<br />
Which may have been caused<br />
To other passengers.<br />
The 12.10 train from Manchester<br />
Will be arriving on time.<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-89266251913396987362012-07-19T15:12:00.000+05:302012-07-19T15:14:12.333+05:30जिथे राबती हात<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
नसे राउळी वा नसे मंदिरी<br />
जिथे राबती हात तेथे हरी<br />
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<br />
जिथे भूमीचा पुत्र गाळील घाम<br />
तिथे अन्न होऊन ठाकेल शाम<br />
दिसे सावळे रूप त्याचे शिवारी!<br />
</blockquote>
<span style="background-color: white;">नको मंत्र त्याला मुनीब्राह्मणाचे</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">तया आवडे गीत श्वासा-घणाचे</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">वसे तो सदा स्वेदगंगेकिनारी!</span><br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
शिळा फोडती संघ पाथरवटांचे<br />
कुणी कापसा रूप देती पटांचे<br />
तयांच्या घरी नांदतो तो मुरारी!</blockquote>
<span style="background-color: white;">जिथे काम तेथे उभा श्याम आहे</span><br />
नव्हे धर्म रे घर्म ते रूप आहे<br />
असे विश्वकर्मा श्रमांचा पुजारी!<br />
<br />
-ग. दि. माडगूळकर </div>Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-26151726803513992652012-02-21T13:46:00.001+05:302012-02-21T13:46:22.672+05:30झुक झुक झुक गाडी<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
गाडी आली, गाडी आली झुक झुक झुक<br />
शिट्टी कशी वाजे पहा कुक कुक कुक<br />
इंजिनाचा धूर निघे भक भक भक<br />
चाके पाहू तपासुनी ठक ठक ठक<br />
गाडीमध्ये चढा सारे चट चट चट<br />
गाडीमध्ये बस चला पट पट पट<br />
तिकिटाचे पैसे काढा छन छन छन<br />
गाडीची ही घंटा वाजे घण घण घण<br />
नका बघू डोकावून शुक शुक शुक<br />
<span>गाडी आता निघालीच झुक झुक झुक </span></div>Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-77767068773670889492012-01-12T15:38:00.000+05:302012-01-12T15:38:53.415+05:30Salute to the Trees<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
- Henry Van Dyke<br />
<br />
Many a tree is found in the wood,<br />
And every tree for its use is good,<br />
Some for the strength of the gnarled root,<br />
Some for the sweetness of flower and fruit,<br />
Some for shelter against the storm,<br />
And some to keep the hearthstone warm,<br />
Some for the roof and some for the beam,<br />
And some for a boat to breast the stream.<br />
In the wealth of the world since time began<br />
The trees have offered their gifts to man.</div>Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-10849287996061753002011-12-03T23:24:00.001+05:302011-12-27T00:13:48.890+05:30I Had a Dove<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
- John Keats<br />
<br />
I had a dove and the sweet dove died;<br />
And I have thought it died of grieving;<br />
O, what could it grieve for?<br />
Its feet were tied,<br />
With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving:<br />
Sweet little red feet! why should you die--<br />
Why should you leave me, sweet bird! why?<br />
You liv'd alone in the forest-tree,<br />
Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me?<br />
I kiss'd you oft and gave you white pease:<br />
Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?</div>Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529152971681617923.post-27693944911751763962011-12-03T23:16:00.001+05:302011-12-03T23:19:53.799+05:30The Year's at the Spring<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
- Robert Browning<br />
<br />
The year's at the spring,<br />
and day's at the morn;<br />
Morning's at seven;<br />
The hill-side's dew-pearled;<br />
The lark's on the wing;<br />
The snail's on the thorn;<br />
God's in His heaven--<br />
All's right with the world!</div>Peeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00827722987685995457noreply@blogger.com0