What to do? (poem)

I can't think of a poem,

What do I do?

Draw? Eat gum?

Or polish a shoe?

Write just anything?

Not worrying if it's horrendous?

Dance or sing?

Or play with a toy bus?

Should I read a book thoroughly?

Or should I take a nap?

Talk to people peevishly?

Or collect rubber tree sap?

I don't have any theme,

What do I write?

Maybe I'll just post these points

Before they go out of sight!

~ Anoushka Sabnis

My Feelies (poem)

When I am bored,

In my mind nothing gets stored,

I don't want to sleep,

Or hear my alarm clock's beep.

When I'm happy,

I would like a chilled Appy;

And I'll play with my friends,

With a smile at all ends! 

When I'm sad, I don't want to talk,

I feel I want to be, by the sea, on a rock.

Sometimes I cry in my bed,

"Love you baby!" until Mumma's said.

When I'm angry, I want to shout 

Throw things and jump about!

I am rude, when angry, you know?

Can hit anybody, friend or foe! 

When I'm scared, I want to be with mom,

I don't let her go, even to fill an important form.

I'll stick to her like a tail, at home,

And alone, I would not roam.

When I'm disgusted, I can be sarcastic. 

Like when I see public washrooms and dirty plastic!

Dustbins etc and all things yuck,

Or food between teeth, stuck. 

When I'm writing poems, I'm thoughtful.

I am, like, swept into it, full!

I write fast, I write well,

Surreal imaginations and lovely stories I tell!

~ Anoushka Sabnis

I wonder how! (poem)

I wonder how a little seed grows,

And how the cool breeze blows;

How the trees don't need to work hard,

And how the ATM works with just one card.

How the stars don't fall to ground,

And mice make the littlest sound;

How water flows and never stops,

And all our farmers grow the crops.

How do the phones call,

And a skyscraper stands so tall;

How are shoes made,

And in knives there is a blade.

How do we live, on this planet,

Did we come by a train or a jet?

How is life so wonderful,

With nature, concrete and us, it's beautiful!

~ Anoushka Sabnis