Daddy Granny Cook (Poem for Hari School Event)

My daddy is so cool,
every morning he drops me to school.

My granny is so nice,
pure and soft like a steamed white rice.

Together today, we all three cook,
without any recipie book,
when all my friends and teachers joyfully look. 

On Climbing a hill

Oh, so tough is this mountain climb
pulling myself step by step, I sigh.

I don't have a car to take me up the hill,
to reach my place I must do this drill without taking a pill adding to my thrill.

I have to do this to reach home eveytime,
exhausting all my energy, with my headphone on, I still climb.

Till I buy a car this is only my option prime,
all my health is regained by drinking one soda lime with a big smile.