Category Archives: children poetry

The Messy Mane

Once upon a storytime,

There was a lion, bad and big.

He loved tearing to pieces

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He had big, bad eyes,

Round and red,

And big, bad teeth,

Almost a hundred.


But one thing he hatedroar.png

Was his long mane,

That pricked his eyes,

And gave a lot of pain.


It was messy, dirty,

Sticky like clay,

It think his mom,

Didn’t wash it this Sunday.


One day he spotted,

A rabbit, white like snow,

He moved closer to him,

carefully and slow.



Growl! He pounced,

Like a toy with spring,

Ready to kill and eat,

That poor little thing.


Stop, o mighty king,

You are strong and fearless,

I might be weak,

But I am definitely not useless.


Ha Ha Ha! What do you think,

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Or any creature,

As small as you?


I can help you,

Tame your mane,

I know it gives you,

A lot of pain.


Really, can you do that?

The lion was taken aback.

If you help me,

You get your freedom back.



The rabbit washed

Combed and oiled

The lion’s mane was

No longer spoiled.


Then tied his mane

Into a cute tight bun

The lion said,

grooming is actually fun!



Wow! I am free,

Said the happy hare

And the lion was

Free from his dirty, messy hair.


Always be ready

To help and care.

Like this weak and small,

But helpful little hare.




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My Sweet Little Brother

My sweet little brother

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For no reason

Honk Honk
Honking for no reason

Yell Yell
Shouting for no reason




  Tring Tring 
Ringing for no reason




Tut Tut
Cribbing for no reason

Bla Bla

Boasting for no reason




Yada Yada 

Talking for no reason

Slap Punch

Fighting for no reason




Rush Rush
Running for no reason



So many things going on

But why? I see no reason

And you ask us children

Why we cry for no reason?

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I am a big boy! (Age 2 to 5)

“Kittu, you must write with a pencil, not a pen. Learn to write with a pencil first. I’ll give you a nice pen when you will be a big boy.” Said mom as Kittu scribbled with a pen on his notepad.

This annoyed Kittu.

“But mom, I am a big boy already.”

“You are a growing boy. You are slowly getting big. But there’s still way to go” said mom lovingly.

Kittu had always wanted to be as big as his Papa.  He wanted to open the bolt of the door as easily as big people do. He wished he could ride a bike or a car like them. He wanted to work on a laptop, use a mobile phone and go to office like big, grown up people.

He hated when anyone called him a ‘small boy’. Mom used to call him ‘baby’, ‘chotu’ etc. but she now knows that Kittu doesn’t like being called that way. That’s why, she now calls him a ‘growing boy’.

Though Kittu always wanted to be big boy, he never did things himself. He never woke up to school by himself, never brushed his teeth himself and never ate his meals with his own hands. He always wanted his mother to do all these things for him.

One day, Kittu came home and found his mother in bed.

Mom never sleeps at this hour.

Kittu went to her to ask what the matter was. He touched his mother’s forehead.

Mom’s running high fever! Her forehead is as hot as a glass of hot milk!

Kittu didn’t want to wake her up. But he was hungry.

What to do now?

Kittu went to the kitchen and found rice and his favorite tomato curry in separate bowls. He picked them up one by one and kept them properly on the floor. He then spread a mat on the floor, picked up a spoon and started eating.

As he dropped few drops of curry on himself, he recalled that mom used to tie a handkerchief around his neck. He did the same and finished his meal.

He kept the bowls back in the kitchen, changed and snuggled beside his mom for a short afternoon nap.

In the afternoon, he told his friends that he would be staying at home to take care of his mom.

At night, dinner was served by father.

Every night, Kittu’s mother used to read out a story to him to put him to sleep. But today, he would have to sleep all by himself.

Kittu hugged his mom and fell asleep quickly.

Father woke Kittu up in the morning. He recalled that his mom is not well and found her sleeping next to him.

What if, I skip my school today?

But he suddenly remembered, ma’am is going to take us to the garden and show us how to plant a tree. I must go to school today!

So he got up, brushed his teeth all by himself. Father had made cheese omelette for him which he quickly gobbled up, dressed up, put on his shoes and got ready.

Father dropped him to school today.

He had a bright, beautiful day at school.

When he came back home, he found his mom sitting up and smiling.

“Mom, you’re okay? Has the fever gone?” Kittu screamed in delight.

“Yes my love. It is because of my big, wise boy that I got enough rest and I am well now. I saw you doing everything by yourself! Who taught you all that?”

Kittu blushed. He too, was pleased with himself. It was fun being a big boy.

I wish I could reach for the clouds

Or atleast that door latch

And be so big and tall

That only grown-ups can match


If you think we can be friends

Think twice, or thrice maybe,

Because I get cross at once

If you dare call me ‘baby’


Why don’t you let me,

touch that phone or that laptop?

I own a pack of Ben 10 cards,

Do you wish to swap?


I know you are bigger than me

But I am fast catching up,

Let me first gulp down that milk

In my favorite ‘big boy’ cup.


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The beautiful word called ‘Thanks’ (Age 5 and above)

Ruby was tired. She had a long day at school. The maths teacher took a surprise test today. Mrs Thomas, her English teacher wanted students to read the first page of the newspaper and jot down words that they thought were difficult and look them up in the dictionary. Ruby was surprised there can be so many difficult words in a single page! Do these newspaper makers want that only kids’ fathers can read them?

After all that she had to go to her Abacus class. More maths!

As she walked towards her home dreaming of the afternoon snack that must be waiting for her, she saw a little girl looking into a mud pit crying. She looked really miserable. Ruby went to her. But before she could ask what the matter was, she saw a puppy whimpering inside the pit. It was trying really hard to come out of the pit.

The clouds were gradually turning from white to dark blue to black-ish blue. It was about to rain!

If it rains, the pit is going to fill with water and the puppy…!

Ruby thought about her mom scolding her if she would get into this messy muddy mould. Her school uniform would be spoiled.

I’ll say sorry to Ma! How can I let this poor little thing die?

Ruby slightly lowered herself into the pit and pulled the puppy out easily.

The frightened creature vigorously licked her and curled itself into her arms. The girl threw herself on Ruby and hugged her tight.

“Thank you, so much Didi! You are an angel.”

She was all smiles.

While walking towards home again, Ruby felt an unusual pleasure. She was glad she could save a life and bring smile on someone’s face.

What a beautiful word it is – ‘thanks’. Hey, it is not a difficult word, but it seems I have learned the meaning just now!

On her way, she met the sweeper, who was there in the morning when she was leaving for school. Ruby saw he was continuously sweeping the road even if the very next moment it got soiled. He looked tired and disheartened.

Ruby went upto him and said, ‘Sweeper uncle, you keep the roads clean for us. It must be too much labor for you, isn’t it? I just wanted to say, Thank You.”

The sweeper was clearly elated. And said, ‘Thank you dear. Atleast you realize and acknowledge our labor. God bless you.’

Ruby was over the moon now. All her tiredness vanished. She thanked the grocer, the shopkeeper and the tailor on her way and made their day.

As she reached home, she saw her favorite Pineapple custard waiting for her on the table. It was heavenly delicious!

She went to her mom, gave her a tight hug and whispered, ‘Thank you mom for being my mom’ in her ears. She had never done that before, so she found doing that a bit embarrassing. Her cheeks turned light crimson. Mom was pleasantly surprised too. She kissed her and whispered back, ‘Thank you for being my little princess.’

Indeed, what a beautiful word it is – ‘Thank You

Through my window enters

The sun in a streak,

And brightens my world

That might have turned bleak!


And talk about the moon,

In its soft pearly glow

In those boring sleepless nights

He’s best companion I know


Oh, how lucky I am

and so are you,

Let’s make God’s day,

With that beautiful word- ‘Thank You’


Thank your mamma,

Though you can never thank enough

Thank your daddy,

For being strong and tough


Thank your teachers

For each day’s lesson

For those stern eyes,

And the hidden compassion


Thank your life

For the days fun and sad,

Celebrate every moment

That’s not that bad.


Oh, how lucky I am

and so are you,

Let’s make God’s day,

With that beautiful word- ‘Thank You’

Thank You all for listening to TheStoryTellingMom. Happy Thanksgiving to all.

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My Adorable Gift Age (3 and above)

“Mamma, how much do you love me?”

“As much as there is water in the ocean, as much as there are stars in the sky, as much as there is air around us.”

“I love you mamma!”

Mishti loves her mamma very much. And she keeps on asking her mamma how much she loves her back. And everytime her mamma gives a unique reply.

But Mishti would not settle for anything she considers countable or measurable. Like day before yesterday, when Mishti asked the same question, mamma answered, “As much as there are letters in your encyclopaedia.”

“Oh no, Mamma. That is too less. You don’t love me as much as you used to”

And she made a face as if she was about to cry.

It was raining heavily and rain was pounding on the window pane. Mamma quickly changed her answer.

“I love you as much as there are drops in the rain.”

Mishti thought for a second and broke into a smile.

One day, mamma was suddenly taken to the hospital in the middle of the night and Mishti had to spend the night with granny. She cried and cried until she slept.

Mamma didn’t come back even the next day. Everybody kept saying, “Your mamma will come soon with an adorable gift for you. You just wait.”

The day after that, Mishti woke up to the sound of the doorbell and she instantly knew it was her mamma.

When the door was opened, it was certainly her mamma smiling at her. But what’s that in her hands.

My adorable gift. Mishti thought.

When Mamma sat down on the couch, Mishti saw what exactly was brought for her as the gift.

It was a small, really sweet, really adorable, baby boy!

“Mamma you brought him for me?”

“Yes my love. You like him?”

“Hmm. I might like him if he plays with me.”

Everyone laughed.

But the little boy kept sleeping all day. The only other thing it did was, cuddle into mamma’s lap.

Mishti didn’t like that!

Why does mamma love him so much?

Mishti became sad. She sat in the corner and watched mamma play with him.

“Come to me Mishti darling. See how your brother blinks. Isn’t he cute?” said mamma.

“No. He’s not cute. And I can also blink like him. Why do you kiss him, hug him and make him sleep in your lap? Put him down. I’ll sleep on your lap.”

“Mishti, you are a big girl, sweety. Your brother is a small baby. Be my good little princess and come to me. We’ll all sleep together.”

“No. You put him down. Now.”

When mamma didn’t, Mishti’s eyes welled up and she ran out of the room, crying.

Mamma kept calling her. Daddy also called her into his lap. But Mishti lay on her belly on the couch and kept sobbing until she fell asleep.

When she woke up, she found herself in the comfortable, cushion-like lap of her dear mamma.

She asked in her sleepy voice. “Mamma how much do you love me?”

Mamma said, “As much as there are tears in your eyes.”

Mishti wanted to say something but fell asleep again.

She woke up to a very unfamiliar sound. She looked around and saw her brother crying from his cradle.

Mamma was nowhere to be seen. She went to the cradle and looked inside.

Seeing her, the baby stopped crying and started kicking and waving his hands.

Mishti rattled his toy for him. And he burst into a beautiful laughter.

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Oh, he is cute, really. Granny says he looks like Daddy. I don’t think so. He looks so like me.  He is my adorable gift.

Thereafter Mishti started loving her brother as much as she loved her mamma.

As much as chocolates are yummy

Or the fun in tickling the tummy,

As much as the sand on the beach

Or the stars you wish to reach


Love is not a glass of milk

That you can just gulp down

Love is not your pocket-money

You can spend and frown


I know you hate to share

Your ice-creams and French fries,

But remember, love is something

That if shared, multiplies.



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