Kids’s Day, a celebration that resonates with pleasure and innocence, coincides with the birthday of Jawaharlal Nehru, the primary Prime Minister of India. At the present time, noticed on November 14th, isn’t merely a commemoration of a political determine however a tribute to the charismatic chief’s deep affection for youngsters. Nehru, fondly referred to as Chacha Nehru, believed in nurturing the potential of the youthful era, envisioning a future formed by their desires and aspirations.As we have fun Kids’s Day in the present day, let’s discover 5 pleasant poems that transcend age, charming the hearts of youngsters and evoking nostalgic smiles in adults.
Childhood
by Rainer Maria Rilke
It will be good to offer a lot thought, earlier than
you attempt to discover phrases for one thing so misplaced,
for these lengthy childhood afternoons you knew
that vanished so utterly -and why?
We’re nonetheless reminded-: generally by a rain,
however we will now not say what it means;
life was by no means once more so crammed with assembly,
with reunion and with passing on
as again then, when nothing occurred to us
besides what occurs to issues and creatures:
we lived their world as one thing human,
and have become stuffed to the brim with figures.
And have become as lonely as a shepherd
and as overburdened by huge distances,
and summoned and stirred as from distant,
and slowly, like a protracted new thread,
launched into that picture-sequence
the place now having to go on bewilders us.
Image Of Childhood
by Yevgeny Yevtushenko
Elbowing our means, we run.
Somebody is being overwhelmed up available in the market.
You wouldn’t need to miss it!
We decide up velocity, racing to the uproar,
scooping up water in our felt boots
and forgetting to wipe our sniffles.
And stood stock-still. In our little hearts one thing tightened,
once we noticed how the ring of sheepskin coats,
fur coats, hooded coats, was contracting,
how he stood up close to the inexperienced vegetable stall
together with his head pulled into his shoulders from the hail
of jabs, kicks, spitting, slaps within the face.
Childhood Reminiscences
by Paul L. Kennedy
I used to be completely happy once I was a lad.
It wasn’t all good, nevertheless it wasn’t half dangerous.
We performed with sticks we performed with stones;
we constructed ourselves dens that we referred to as houses.
We explored the woods, we climbed the bushes,
and we performed with marbles on our knees.
Conkers in season we threaded with string.
In case your opponent missed, your knuckles would sting.
We constructed trolleys with outdated pram wheels.
We have been typically too busy to go dwelling for our meals.
We made catapults, bows and arrows and spears,
very often leading to painful tears.
About My Goals
by Hilda Conkling
Now the flowers are all folded,
And the darkish goes by.
The night is arising …
It’s time to relaxation.
When I’m sleeping I discover my pillow filled with desires.
They’re all new desires:
Nobody informed them to me
Earlier than I got here by means of the cloud.
They bear in mind the sky, my little desires,
They’ve wings, they’re fast, they’re candy.
Assist me inform my desires
To the opposite kids,
In order that their bread might style whiter,
In order that the milk they drink
Could make them consider meadows
Within the sky of stars.
Assist me give bread to the opposite kids
In order that their desires might come again:
So they’ll bear in mind what they knew
Earlier than they got here by means of the cloud.
Let me maintain their little arms at nighttime,
The lonely kids,
The infants that haven’t any moms any extra.
Expensive God, let me maintain up my silver cup
For them to drink,
And inform them the sweetness
Of my desires.
What Can We Give Our Kids
by Ruskin Bond
What can we give our kids?
Data, sure, and honour too,
And power of character
And the present of laughter.
What gold can we give our kids?
The gold of a sunny childhood,
Open areas, a house that binds
Us to the frequent good…
These easy issues
Are higher than the gold of kings.
Childhood
by Rainer Maria Rilke
It will be good to offer a lot thought, earlier than
you attempt to discover phrases for one thing so misplaced,
for these lengthy childhood afternoons you knew
that vanished so utterly -and why?
We’re nonetheless reminded-: generally by a rain,
however we will now not say what it means;
life was by no means once more so crammed with assembly,
with reunion and with passing on
as again then, when nothing occurred to us
besides what occurs to issues and creatures:
we lived their world as one thing human,
and have become stuffed to the brim with figures.
And have become as lonely as a shepherd
and as overburdened by huge distances,
and summoned and stirred as from distant,
and slowly, like a protracted new thread,
launched into that picture-sequence
the place now having to go on bewilders us.
Image Of Childhood
by Yevgeny Yevtushenko
Elbowing our means, we run.
Somebody is being overwhelmed up available in the market.
You wouldn’t need to miss it!
We decide up velocity, racing to the uproar,
scooping up water in our felt boots
and forgetting to wipe our sniffles.
And stood stock-still. In our little hearts one thing tightened,
once we noticed how the ring of sheepskin coats,
fur coats, hooded coats, was contracting,
how he stood up close to the inexperienced vegetable stall
together with his head pulled into his shoulders from the hail
of jabs, kicks, spitting, slaps within the face.
Childhood Reminiscences
by Paul L. Kennedy
I used to be completely happy once I was a lad.
It wasn’t all good, nevertheless it wasn’t half dangerous.
We performed with sticks we performed with stones;
we constructed ourselves dens that we referred to as houses.
We explored the woods, we climbed the bushes,
and we performed with marbles on our knees.
Conkers in season we threaded with string.
In case your opponent missed, your knuckles would sting.
We constructed trolleys with outdated pram wheels.
We have been typically too busy to go dwelling for our meals.
We made catapults, bows and arrows and spears,
very often leading to painful tears.
About My Goals
by Hilda Conkling
Now the flowers are all folded,
And the darkish goes by.
The night is arising …
It’s time to relaxation.
When I’m sleeping I discover my pillow filled with desires.
They’re all new desires:
Nobody informed them to me
Earlier than I got here by means of the cloud.
They bear in mind the sky, my little desires,
They’ve wings, they’re fast, they’re candy.
Assist me inform my desires
To the opposite kids,
In order that their bread might style whiter,
In order that the milk they drink
Could make them consider meadows
Within the sky of stars.
Assist me give bread to the opposite kids
In order that their desires might come again:
So they’ll bear in mind what they knew
Earlier than they got here by means of the cloud.
Let me maintain their little arms at nighttime,
The lonely kids,
The infants that haven’t any moms any extra.
Expensive God, let me maintain up my silver cup
For them to drink,
And inform them the sweetness
Of my desires.
What Can We Give Our Kids
by Ruskin Bond
What can we give our kids?
Data, sure, and honour too,
And power of character
And the present of laughter.
What gold can we give our kids?
The gold of a sunny childhood,
Open areas, a house that binds
Us to the frequent good…
These easy issues
Are higher than the gold of kings.
