Let me introduce a 'Budding Poet' from my family.  She is my niece(by name Aarthika Rajagopalan). She has just finished her schooling and aspiring to become tomorrow's Chartered Accountant. I have kept her a nick name "Lady Shakespeare" because she writes about the nature most of the time.

In fact, she is very fond of me and tells her likes and dislikes to me very often. One fine morning she has mailed me her poem through the link http://www.justaboutpoems.com/ and wanted me to read the poem. She was waiting for my comments on that.  It was regarding the 'Supreme Power'. Here comes the poem:   

THE SUPREME POWER

by R.Aarthika 9/5/2009 9:47:56 AM

What is "LIFE"?

Is it only MONEY and MINX?

Is it only FUN and MIRTH?

NO! there is something HIDDEN!

Why should we"LIVE"?

Is it to MISLEAD others?

Is it to pursue other's mistakes?

NO! there happens something MIRACLE!

How should we"live"?

Like a moron or a saint?

Like a benevolent or a coward?

Uh! only the SUPREME POWER can answer!

MEANINGS:

MORON        - SELFISH PERSON.

BENEVOLENT - BRAVE.

MINX           - CHEEKY YOUNG GIRLS

I was really wondering how this small girl has this much potential thinking at this tender age.  Immediately I have sent my comment on the above poem and encouraged her to write more.

Then, immediately on the very next day she again called me over phone and told me to go to the link and see her next new poem. On the same day I visited the site and WAV! there she has written a very good poem about nature! I would definitely like to share this also with my loving hubbers since I wanted to share the happiness of reading this poem with you all. It reads as follows:

MY CHUMMY WINDOW

by R.Aarthika 10/5/2009 2:01:09 AM

Once upon a time ,

       I used to have ,

       The COOL BREEZE of AIR ,

       The SHOWERY DROPS of RAIN ,

 And,The FRIGHTENING NOISE of THUNDER ,

       ONLY THROUGH YOU!ONLY THROUGH YOU !

Once upon a time ,

       I used to admire ,

       The AWESOME RISE of SUN ,

       The FABULOUS BEAUTY of MOON ,

 And,The MARVELLOUS MOUNTAINS of NATURE ,

       ONLY THROUGH YOU!ONLY THROUGH YOU!

Long long ago ,

       I happened to meet ,

       The SWEET-SINGING SPARROWS of my GARDEN ,

       The WHISTLING BOYS of nearby SCHOOL ,

       Many GOOD FRIENDS among my NEIGHBOURS ,

       ONLY THROUGH YOU! ONLY THROUGH YOU!

Now it has become her habbit of posting one or two poems everyday to that link and mailing me to give her more suggestions for improving her knowledge further.  But this poor knowledged aunti can only find her some links where she can also have some poetic actitivities and nothingelse. So, i have been in search of all new sites about poems and poetry and also joined her in going through these websites and started collecting some literary knowledge on this subject.

Out of more than 20 poems she has written so far on the net, I most like the following two poems very much:

TRUTH IS GOD

 by R.Aarthika 10/12/2009 5:13:54 AM

Hey,RELIGIOUS MORTAL SOCIETY !

  When WATER is poured into a VESSEL,

  It adapts to the vessel's SURFACE !

  When it is dropped in MUDDY SAND,

  It gives birth to many GREENY PLANTS !

  When it fells into the MIGHTY OCEAN,

  It forms a new world for those many CREATURES !

Likewise ,

  When GOD is namaazed by MUSLIMS,

  They call HIM AFFECTIONATE ALLAH !

  When HE is prayed by CHRISTIANS,

  They call HIM JOYFUL JESUS !

  When HE is worshipped by HINDUS,

  They call HIM RIGHTEOUS RAMA !

  Though GOD has many forms,

  HE is only ONE !

  WHO lives within us,

  In the form of TRUTH and HONEST !!

MY MEMORABLE SCHOOL DAYS

by R.Aarthika 10/7/2009 8:44:18 AM

I DIDN'T FORGET,

All those CHILDHOOD days of,

Reaching school with tearful eyes,

Playing with my running nose,

Telling rhymes with all my friends, and

Returning home with a merry song !

I CAN'T FORGET,

All those HALF-MATURED days of,

Getting caught for all my pals,

Kneeling down in the muddy ground,

Passing in exams with brainy bits, and

Kidding my Mam with funny names !

I WON'T FORGET,

All those MEMORABLE DAYS of,

Wiping the tears from my buddy's eyes,

Fighting with mates for silly things,

Advicing princi with huge rusten specs  , and

REDDISH EYES ON MY FAREWELL DAY !

I think I am not exaggerating the fact that this Budding Poet needs some kind of appreciation to motivate her to write further. So, from all your comments she can able to improvise her ability. Is it not True? kindly send your comments whether it is appreciation or some comment for improvisation or negative also to make us read further more Beautiful Poems.

P.S. This little budding poet's mothertongue is not English (But done schooling in English Medium)