We feel in wrists and neck,

Many varieties are in verge of extinction,But we are trying to retrieve,Without rice we cannot liveAs this is the best food of mainstream,This ode is given to scented rice,Aromatic falvour motivates mind.There are different varieties,Aromatic rice gives us hopeLet us chant different names one by one,Karpurkanti comes in first choice,Barangamoti blooms in flavour,Basnasapuri is loved…

On top of trees leaves shake,The flag of victory recalls,Could horses do parade of love.Prince of dawn is given a title,To motivate uprising souls,State of calmness is in weather,Golden sparking is seen in sky.Rational manner is marked in joy,Sound health of weather whispers,For a great mental treasure,Wisdom of God guides in this path.Serenity is painted…

It curbs freedom, bold.

We people of this universeOffer our prayer of first day in Autumn,On the day of Pratipada,Being the consort of our Supreme Power,You are worshiped as the daughter of mountain,With action of vigor of red colour,You protect all natural resources,That is why we chant your name,Oh Goddess Mother, your name is, ‘Shailaputri.’In this Autumn silver grass…

For immigration they do leave native place,Some do with a hope to get wealth and bless.Educationist like scientist or engineer,Move towards another country to earn heavier.There they serve and gradually they settle,They forget their kindred, native land, cattle.Immigrated people neglect to look after parents,The nonagenarians are helpless and become patients.They have suspicion on imminent pain…

First is hair comb.Come children come,This is a handkerchief playPlay with your chum.Drum, drum and drum,Get into the drum and rollRead write and never glum.Sum children sum,Here are some sums for youSolve these in mum.Come children come,Love to all, love to GodHelp poor of slum.Plumb children plumb,Always be virtuous, kind to allThumb up and dance…