POET-ANJALI DENANDI,MOM
Lovely-boat
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My boat;
Float and float…………..
From my throat,
I create and create……………..
Just before sun-set;
The birds return in their nests,
For taking rest;
I am on my lovely-boat; 
And see and see all……….
Oh ! the nature ! you are above all !
Again and again,you call and call…………
So I come back on the earth,
And take rebirth;
The life is really beautiful !
But,the soul has no rule;
Anytime from my body,it can go;
And my life can finish;
Oh ! no !
I want from the nature,
The bliss…….bliss…blisss………
Oh !the creature !
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Poet — anjali denandi,mom
 A SINGLE-PAGE
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From my diary,I seperated a single-page;
Then cried my heart,from my rib-cage;
At that time,on the sky,there was, on rays;
The sun was covered by the clouds;
On the upper- air, those made the crouds;
Those were too-prouds!
Yes,now,those coulds covered the sun-light;
At past,Which was too-bright!
At day,the clouds created the night;
By my page,I made a boat,little;
Freed it on the water;it floated,with zeal;……….
After sometimes it became ill;
Because,it became wet;
Then a bird met with it,at right-time;yes,it was not late;
At past,it was it’shouse- mate; 
Both lived in the same place;
Yes, in my house;yes;yes;yes;
Same was their,address;
The bird picked up the wet-ill- boat;
And said,”don’t float!”
Yes, on it ,at past,I wrote;
The bird kept the paper- boat,
On my life’s real-boat,
And created the song by it’s throat;………….
Then both boats were floating………..
Yes,I was boating………………………
And also noating,
That, the clouds were not on the sky;
The sun smiled,from the high;
Then,I also smyled;but I did not know,why?
Then on my boat, the diary said,
“hi! The great-poet-head!
I do not know, — by whom,were you made?”
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( mom creates many new words )

poet-anjali denandi,mom
 Then I was teen-ager
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THEN I WAS TEEN-AGER;
THEN NOT MATURED,
MY THINKINGS,STAGES WERE;
I SAT ON A VERY-BIG STONE;
UNDER MY FEET,
THERE WERE MANY GRAVELS;………………
THE BIRDS SANG WITH NATURAL-TONES;
OH ! SO SWEET !
SOME BABY-BIRDS WERE WAITING FOR THEIR MOTHERS,
IN THEIR OWN-NESTS……………………
THE HIGH-TREE WERE THEIR SHELTERS.
THE BRANCHES WERE FULL WITH FRUITS.
VERY STRICT, WERE THEIR ,ROOTS.
THE FOG OPENED IT’S VAIL;
THE HIGH MOUNTAIN,
WHICH WAS ON THE OPPOSITE BANK OF THE RIVER,
STOOD IN DEEP-MEDITATION STATE;
FROM IT CAME DOWN,THE FOUNTAIN…………….
IT’S SONG AND DANCE ,…………………
BOTH WERE TOO-NICE !TOO-RHYTHIMIC!………..
IT DID NOT KNOW, THE REST………………….
THE SUN WAS PEEPING,BEHIND OF THE MOUNTAIN.
I SAW AND SAW THE LOVELY-PEAK;
ON THE PLANTS ,ALSO,MANY FLOWERS……………
BEES AND BUTTERFLIES WERE THEIR FANS;……………..
I SAW AND SAW ,ALL, AFTER HOURS AND HOURS………….
SOME CRABS WERE COMING TOWARDS MY FEET;
I CREATED SOUNDS BY MY FEET,
AND THEY RAN AWAY IN THE RIVER;
THE WATER WAS THEIR SAVE-SHELTER.
THE HEAT OF THE SUN WAS MELTER;
THE ICE BECAME WATER,
 AND CAME DOWN FROM THE MOUNTAIN……………….
ON ANOTHER SIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN,
THERE WAS A ROUGH-WAY;
THERE,ON A HORSE,A COUPLE WAS RIDING TO THE MOUNTAIN;
THEY WERE NEWLY-MARRIED;
THE LADY’S FACE WAS COVERED BY A BIG-VAIL.
I DID NOT SEE HER FACE;
BEHIND OF THE MAN ,SHE TOOK PLACE;
ON THE SIDE OF THE WAY,
THERE WAS THEIR LITTLE HOUSE;
INFRONT OF IT ,THEY CAME DOWN,
AND,IN IT, THEY ENTERED.
THE HORSE STOOD JUST SIDE OF THE HOUSE-DOOR.
THE RAMS WERE COMING…………..
WITH THOSE ,THERE WERE BOYS,FOUR;
THEY HOLD FOUR-STICKS;
TOO-RED, WERE THEIR ALL-CHEAKS !
THE COOL-AIR WAS BLOWING………….
THE RIVER WAS STRONGLY-FLOWING…………..
I LOST MY MIND IN THE FREE-NATURE;
OH ! THE BEAUTIFUL-CREATURE !
I SAW AND SAW………………
THE NATURE’S SO BEAUTIFUL- PICTURE,
WHO COULD DRAW ? !
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poet-ANJALI DENANDI,MOM
 MY DREAM COMES TRUE
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in my dream,i watch a fairy;
she sits under a tree;
side of her,
flowing a river…………..
on the bank of the river,
there are so many stones…..
there are so many birds,unknown……….
some are floating on the water,
and some sit on the stones;
on the sky,
there is the sun,the day- star;
it is too-far !
also,too-high !
the air is blowing……….
a boat is on the waves;
the waves are glowing,
by the rays;
the fairy throws a book on the waves;
it is floating;
it is kept up by the sailor,
who is boating;
he takes care of the wet-pages;
dries these under the rays;
and reads with happiness;
it is the autobiography of the fairy;
also here is her address; 
the reader says,
“oh ! too- beautiful!oh ! “
but he does not know,
why the writer throws it ?
after throwing,
the fairy is sleeping;
on the boat,yes;
here is ,the book is keeping;
after some times,
the sailor comes to the fairy,
and asks,
“why did you throw the book ?”
the fairy said,
“i do not know !”
the sailor looks and looks…
the fairy smiles;
oh ! too- nice-style!
later,they become couple;
on the boat,
they live;
they have no fix-shelter;
they float always on the water;
at night,
they enjoy under the moon ,
and the stars.
at day they swim;
they take food from the trees,
which are on the bank of the river;
they are too-happy;
one day,a person meets with them;
he knows about the book;
he gives it to the whole world;
many persons read it;
and say,
“oh ! too-fair!”
at this time, i arise;
from my dream,i come out;
i watch that,
on my table,here,
the book is;
what’s a surprise !
i hear,
that-
the cuckoo shouts,-
“koohoo…koohoo…koohoo…”
yes,it is the spring-season;
and also sing my tongue,
without any reason;
do you hear,
my song?
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Poet-anjali denandi;mom
‘WELLDONE’
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THE ARE IS BLOWING………….
THE WATER IS FLOWING…………..
THE NATURE IS GLOWING…………..
WHERE , THE TIME IS GOING ?…………………
I ASK TO MY CREATURE;
IT HAS NO ANSWER;
WHY ?
NOBODY KNOWS ;
ON THE TREES,THE RAIN-DROPS ARE DANCERS;……………..
ON THE SKY,
THE RAINBOW,
SHOWS AND SHOWS ……………
IT’S BEAUTY;
WHY ?
I DO NOT KNOW;
WHY THE SUN,
DOES IT’S DAILY-DUTY ?
I DO NOT KNOW;
WHY,SO NICE, IS THE MOON-RAYS ? !
MY LIFE SAYS,’ ALL ARE THE FUN !’…………………….
YET, I SAY,
I AM POET,MRS.ANJALI DE,
WELLDONE!…………………..
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