Down Memory's Lane - A school flower show

When my school announced that it was going to conduct a flower show, I found myself penning the following lines.  I realized  then that someday I might continue writing.

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Come, see our flower show

Experience the joy that overflows

See the flowers sweet and bright

They'll fill you with delight.

Come out, lady blue bells
Gloriously throw back your sleepy selves
Greet this morn with your inauguration
Indeed, you've won our appreciation!

 Oh, you lily of the valleys
Reminder of love amidst purities                                                                                                                           You symbolize everything divine
How solemn your looks, how sublime.

Roses, roses everywhere
Denying their call is hard to bear
Roses with their heads held high
Are to all hearts ever nigh.

My dahlia, my beauty
How well you do your duty!
You smile like a naughty kid
And for praises you do bid.


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Carnations! A beautiful creation
Always with a message of celebration!
Are you burdened with worries?
Let some carnations keep you merry.

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HARI THE MOUSE : a story for little ones

Hari the mouse had just found a nice big vadai and was carrying it to his hole when a little girl saw him and ran after him crying, "Daddy, daddy look. That mouse ran off with a vadai!"

 "It's ok, Jane, leave it. We can't use it anyway. We can only tell mom to be more careful next time." And with that they left. But Hari had slipped into his hole by then and covered his ears with his front paws, shaking all over.                                                                                                                                                                                         Free digital photos.net
"They've gone. Go and get the vadai," Gouri, his sister ordered.
"Get it yourself if you're interested," Hari said curling up in his spot.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

"Ok,fine. Then I needn't share with you the cheese I've got either." Gouri said, turning the other side, her nose in the air.                                                                                                                                                            
"Cheese?" Hari said involuntarily, knowing that he was defeated. So he peeped from the entrance  and when no one was nearby, dragged the vadai inside.

 Hari was an easy target for any mouse's jokes. He was neither physically nor mentally smart. A scar tore across his right eye from a shameful defeat he had with a bully mouse. So he couldn't see that well with his right eye either. Defeat after defeat made him  more and more shy of crowds and  public challenges.

Then one day he found a toy thrown by a human child. It was made of a big matchbox, a rubber band and two plastic wheels. It looked like a carriage without a horse. Hari tied a string to it and dragged it behind him. Now and then he would put his collections into it and bring it home. He brought things home only when no one saw him on the way.

Scuurr .. ...His heart skipped a beat one day when he heard somebody scratch from the opposite side of a mango he was biting into. He hid behind a leaf and was relieved when  he saw a  tiny new mouse struggling to pull a plastic cover with water in it from under a stone. He lifted the stone awhile to let her pull the cover but she had pulled with so much force that she fell with it on her back.
"I'm sorry, I should have held the cover with one hand.Then you wouldn't have lost your balance. That's why people always say I'm stupid." Hari apologised, giving her a hand.

"You're not stupid. They should be terribly rude to say such things about you," the little one replied, limping as she got up. "You couldn't  possibly have lifted the stone with one hand. It was so huge," she said opening her arms wide to show how big the stone was.

"You're kind and sweet and... so different," Hari replied, tying the mouth of the cover with a string so that the water wouldn't spill out. He lifted the cover and put it in his carriage, since her limp was still bad. "I'll bring it home - just show me the way," he said and started pulling  the carriage.

 That's how Hari got a true friend at last. Reena insisted that she was born with the limp, clearing his conscience further. So  now and then she would be seen in his carriage as a fine navigator  who made up for his vision problem. And no other mouse ever challenged or insulted him from then on because Reena stuck to him like glue and nobody wanted to come in the way of her sharp tongue.