Diya Alwani

 In a world of grown-up strife and stress, Let's embrace the child, oh, what a mess! Forget the worries, success and failures, Reignite the spirit of youthful adventures. In those long showers, let's sing with glee, Concerts for one, and the audience is me. Soap bubbles in the bath, floating high, Childish laughter reaches the sky. Beware the drain, it could swallow us whole, Avoiding it was the ultimate goal. Clipping our mouths with hairpins, oh dear, For no reason at all, isn't that clear? The moon, oh, it's made of cheese, they say, Believing it, we dreamt the night away. Staring to make things move with our will, Imagination running wild, never standing still. Poking holes in erasers, what a peculiar call, Why we did it, we can't explain at all. "Mom," we'd say to our teacher in surprise, Childhood antics, oh, what a prize! Wrapped in curtains, we'd pretend to be, Superheroes, pirates, or monkeys up a tree. Chips packets burst, noise loud and

Merry, Cherry, it's month of May, It's here to bring joy and to play! The awaited vacations starts today, To make the most of the passing day! To visit our granny and to say, Please comb my hair and blow that hay! Merry, Cherry, it's month of May, To travel the ocean and to stay! To hide the treasure in bundle of hay, And to play till the evening when sun runs away! The books to repeat and never give away, Upon our shelves they'll always stay! Merry, Cherry, it's month of May, To learn new things in pretty sweet way! It's time for the flip flops to be awake, And the ice-pops, to  come our way! But now it's time to go home and to say, A sad goodbye to all our play!

HE: The Hero of my House  He's the one who breaks my dolls, Yet picks me up whenever I fall. One who thinks it’s cool to be bad And is crazy and makes me mad. All I do is shout at this brat, Chase him like a kitten chasing a rat. He never says he loves me a lot, Forgetting that I'm the older tot. Always on a mission to make me laugh With the jokes that are too low-class.. I borrow his T-shirts without consent, And make my face, that looks innocent.  I am caught in an endless strife, Chaos that reigns through-out my life. He's like a mosquito, irritatingly swell, But brightens my mood with a humorous spell. You're such a cheeky, devil I claim, Leaving my anger to rise in flame. Oh my little brother, you can be a jerk, You manage to ruin all my hard work. But cheers to my partner, in the crime, My brother with whom, my bond will shine. 🤍