To Touch The Sky
I am a kite
I can go everywhere site by site
My work is to fly
To touch the sky
I am in so many colors
As you can see the sky with flying flowers
I don't want to hide
I can fly everywhere side by side
I can fly in the day light
So everyone can see me with sight
I have no sense at all
I have no fence at all
But still my work is to fly
Birds are singing a song in the sky
My work is to fly
To touch the sky
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Pooh
POOH
You are cute little Pooh
You always say yah hooh
You are so fat
But you don't wear the hat
Your color is yellow
But you are really a jolly good fellow
You have only one red Tea shirt with one black shorts
But you look to me perfect
You always eat honey
But you are really very funny
Tiger, Piglet and Rabbit are your best friends
You always wear a friendship band in your hand
Christopher Robin takes care of you
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You Can See The Sky
The sky is so high
And you don't have wings to fly
You are intelligent and passionate
Try to be honest, never tell a lie
In order to reach up to your goals
Education is the best way to perform your roles
Education is the sign of the dignity
As it provides you so many moral values
You received an opportunity to reach your goals
You have made it, to play your best roles
You have worked hard to reach there
Nobody can reach the destination without struggle
You did that with all your efforts
And you've proved it with your accomplishments
As you feel the pleasure
As you got to see many ways of leisure
Now you have gone to the peak of the sky
You have won full success and touched the sky
God has blessed you as well as us
With many achievements and no fuss
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The Game Of Fame
'GOLF-THE GAME OF FAME'
I was watching this golf tournament through the visitor's window
The opening pairs were standing under a big tree's shadow
I had been waiting here to see
Who shall the winner ultimately be?
My two sons were participating, and were outside
There were competing against each other, side by side
First session ended, and the players are now in the second half
I was watching them through the window, including the club staff
Everyone was trying their very best and hard
Well it's not an easy game, just like playing cards
I saw some players taking a short nap
This was some relief time for them and for I, after a gap
The third session of the game goes worst
Till the end of the game, we didn't knows who will be first
The game has begun to ooze
I was still watching them through the window, "Who is go'na loose? "
My two sons were slowly picking on the game
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