Release me from your spell By R.Krishnamurthy
You have held me captive
My hands are not active
The shackles are impossible to see
My feet can only follow thee
english poems for kids
Me and my nose By R.Krishnamurthy
Suddenly I became ill
My nose blew like a whistle
Then it began to run like a river
I thought I also got fever
Sitting in her room on Christmas eve By R.Krishnamurthy
Sitting in her room on Christmas eve
It was her first ever to be alone without a relative
A spinster she was, a school teacher
Then there was a knock on the door
Banana By R.Krishnamurthy
Banana is a poor man’s fruit
It is his breakfast or supper
A desert after lunch like a sweet
Available in summer and winter
A doctor By R.Krishnamurthy
If you watched an old movie
Or if you heard an old story
There would be a doctor
More famous than an actor
