suggest me any good poem to recite on children's day..... plzz give four or five poem name...
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1 MY CHILDHOOD
My childhood was fun,
Tough and exciting,
My childhood was one,
Where there wasn't much fighting,
This is my childhood,
My childhood was filled,
With family and friend,
My childhood was filled,
With love and lots of happy holidays,
My childhood was filled,
With tricycles and bicycles,
My childhood is filled,
With lots of classwork and homework,
My childhood is filled,
With parents that don’t work,
A annoying loving brother and sister's,
This is my childhood,
My childhood is filled,
With a grandmother that was caring and loving,
When I left her,
I was hurt,
But it's for the best,
I remember the good and happy times,
We shared together,
This was my loving childhood,
That I will not forget,
This was my childhood.
2 CHILDREN DAY
Don’t hate me for who I am.
Don’t hit me or shove me around,
Don’t make me beg for alms today,
Don’t kick my blossoming dreams to ground.
Don’t stick me to walls with the MISSING sign,
Don’t nip me in the bud for your gains,
Don’t rape me. Don’t kill me.
Don’t trick me into living with so many pains.
Don’t treat me like dirt and without respect,
Don’t cheat me and abuse my innocence,
Don’t light my unexplored land on fire,
Don’t teach me to see with shallow offense.
Don’t stop me from being a hero tomorrow,
Don’t crop out my talents for a petty win,
Don’t preach to me the song of faith,
Don’t leech from me since that’s a sin.
Don’t hide me from the truth that you fear,
Don’t ride me as a vehicle of glee,
Don’t chide me for your mistakes and faults,
Don’t side me away into dark debris.
We are your hope. We are your future.
We are the ones who will change your fate.
We are everything but without your help,
We, the children, have no day to celebrate.
HOPE IT HELPS
PLS ADD AS BRAINLIEST
My childhood was fun,
Tough and exciting,
My childhood was one,
Where there wasn't much fighting,
This is my childhood,
My childhood was filled,
With family and friend,
My childhood was filled,
With love and lots of happy holidays,
My childhood was filled,
With tricycles and bicycles,
My childhood is filled,
With lots of classwork and homework,
My childhood is filled,
With parents that don’t work,
A annoying loving brother and sister's,
This is my childhood,
My childhood is filled,
With a grandmother that was caring and loving,
When I left her,
I was hurt,
But it's for the best,
I remember the good and happy times,
We shared together,
This was my loving childhood,
That I will not forget,
This was my childhood.
2 CHILDREN DAY
Don’t hate me for who I am.
Don’t hit me or shove me around,
Don’t make me beg for alms today,
Don’t kick my blossoming dreams to ground.
Don’t stick me to walls with the MISSING sign,
Don’t nip me in the bud for your gains,
Don’t rape me. Don’t kill me.
Don’t trick me into living with so many pains.
Don’t treat me like dirt and without respect,
Don’t cheat me and abuse my innocence,
Don’t light my unexplored land on fire,
Don’t teach me to see with shallow offense.
Don’t stop me from being a hero tomorrow,
Don’t crop out my talents for a petty win,
Don’t preach to me the song of faith,
Don’t leech from me since that’s a sin.
Don’t hide me from the truth that you fear,
Don’t ride me as a vehicle of glee,
Don’t chide me for your mistakes and faults,
Don’t side me away into dark debris.
We are your hope. We are your future.
We are the ones who will change your fate.
We are everything but without your help,
We, the children, have no day to celebrate.
HOPE IT HELPS
PLS ADD AS BRAINLIEST
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1)You can recite the poem futility by Wilfred Owen
Futility
BY WILFRED OWEN
Move him into the sun—
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields half-sown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds—
Woke once the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, still warm, too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
—O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?
2)you can also take the poem :-
Where The Mind Is Without Fear :
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my countryawake
By Rabindranath Tagore
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Hope it helps you ☺️
Your answer is here,
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1)You can recite the poem futility by Wilfred Owen
Futility
BY WILFRED OWEN
Move him into the sun—
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields half-sown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds—
Woke once the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, still warm, too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
—O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?
2)you can also take the poem :-
Where The Mind Is Without Fear :
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my countryawake
By Rabindranath Tagore
_________________________
Hope it helps you ☺️
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