My best Creation Till now: in 8 th class ... Happy birth day Father

Certainly this day is very precious,

and for me it is auspicious.

I hope this day will be full of joy,

and remember this gift is not a toy,

Please forgive me for all my wrongs and sins,

and give me a hug.

Because I love you,

lets play the game we used to play when I was a child,

again and see who wins,

I wish you Happy birthday father,

With celebrating all of us Together.

My lovely GOD

this poem is also written in class 8th when My creativity was at the peak :P

A poem which I could not see and hear,

but feel, he takes my all care,

He is in each thing, place and matte,

in air, soil and water.

Whenever I get in pain, I remember him,

he is neither Fat nor thin.

he has no shape but exists,

and I have on him, A 'trust',

that he loves all of us,

he holds whole universe,

he is in my thought,

My lovely GOD.

When We gather

This was the poem I wrote when I was n 8 th class I guess I was 12 or 13 years old, then.

So here we go:

On the occasions when we gather ,

All the time we spent together,

when there was nothing to bother,

All the lovely day,

and all the ways.

All the things I know, I now also remember,

all the hugs and all the bugs,

with sometimes happiness and sometimes sadness,

with sometimes love and sometimes madness,

with sometimes I rejoiced and sometimes I cried,

at that time we be composed, the best I tried.

On the occasions when we gather,

All the times we spent together.