Prosetry
Jumping Jumping Went To School
Published On: 30th Oct 2017
Republished On 14th Nov 2017 on the eve of Children’s Day in India
Jumping Jumping Went To School
Morning, morning saw outside
Everything looks fresh, fresh, green, green
Felt to take long, long breaths
Want to be as fresh
Brush in mouth up & down, sideways
Sprinkled water to the face
Mummy calls to have some milk
Glimpses from the window
Birds chirping, hopping, hopping, tree to tree
Wondering, wondering where do they go
Questioning myself, do they have a school too?
Yells Mummy to have bath & breakfast
Oh! Mummy! Mummy!! Coming, coming
Jumping, jumping went to school
Nursery rhymes for children are to make know of the things of the world. Their vocabulary has to improve day by day. Their morning duties are compulsive to make them good healthy citizens of tomorrow. Slowly and steadily their queries to the world must be answered. They should always feel good to go to school, as it is a place of learning and knowledge building.
Some of my latest posts you have been reading are one such attempt. I am happy you all have been enjoying. Thanks
Chukku! Bukku!! Chukku! Bukku!!
Chukku! Bukku!! Chukku! Bukku!!
Chukku! Bukku!! Chukku! Bukku!!
Chukku! Bukku!! came to town
People rushing to see train
Some buy tickets to go around
Station Master whistles – 3
Bell Rings 1 – Train at platform
Bell Rings 2 – Shall leave in few minutes
Bell Rings 3 – Shall leave in a minute
Chukku! Bukku!! Chukku! Bukku!!
Engine Driver Super Strong
Putting coal in fire
Though sweating shall not stop
Shhhhh sounds driver
Shhhhh sounds steam engine
Iron wheels revolve on rail,
Towns and cities, farms and forests passed over
Chukku! Bukku!! Chukku! Bukku!!
Place to place decades passed by
Whistles and horns of train
Set time for the world
Carried goods by the tons
People commuted to earn bread
Happy travellers saw world
Millions and Billions Miles it went
Chukku! Bukku!! Chukku! Bukku!!
Child on back, elders crawling, to imitate train
Entertained kith and kin
Oh! Now a rare sight
Sighting train happy children
Jumping on toes, counting bogies
Bye! Bye!! On platforms was for some
Parting life forever, now a bygone story
Chukku! Bukku!! Chukku! Bukku!!
Diesel engines arrive at stations, go in subways
Electric trains, Bullet Trains replace show
Less sound, more fast, pace of life super fast
Hurry and worry take the toll
Cheerful journeys down memory lane
Like all obsolete now in museum
Poor Chukku! Bukku!! Great Chukku! Bukku!!
Chukku! Bukku!! Chukku! Bukku!! Chukku! Bukku!!…
Chukku Bukku is the nick name of the steam engine train usually addressed to children whenever referred to trains in India.
Hi All! This is the story of a steam engine train that served human kind for decades. The joy it had brought during the millions and millions of miles it travelled, transported goods and took passengers for happy rides. I have seen live drivers putting coal into the fire, preparing the train to move for miles. How grateful we have to be for it. Whenever it went cross country people used to set their time and that was the sign for their routine. I do not know how many times I have counted the bogies and made others to count. Hahaha!!
The journeys where slow though, but would make it very enjoyable. We would get to know co-passengers, talk to them, shared thoughts and eatables also. In a journey of a few hours they would turn to be great friends, help each other and be like a family. Sometimes the friendship would continue for some even after the journey. I think such experiences are with so many readers of this post. They could explain their own anecdotes.
Surprisingly and strange today’s journeys are very individualistic. Passengers and commuters are busy with their own self, I mean especially busy on their phones either talking, texting, playing game, reading or even blogging. They seem to be not aware that living persons are around them. At the most some may give a smile.
It is always an opportunity to mingle with people share thoughts and ideas and even exchange cultures. I see many of my friends here in WP are a sort of that essence and nature. Super fast life has cut down journeys which could be happier and worth the travel.
Having kept these golden pieces of travel icons in MUSEUM is one great act of gratitude and remembrance. My Salutations!!!
Where shall I be taken? The Quest Remains
Where shall I be taken? The Quest Remains
My Quest to know
Never evaporates
Mingled in the body
Tingled by the Karma
Condoned ill health
Pardoned the sinful
Forgave the graceless
Overlooked the rude
Crossing the river of Life
Where shall I be taken?
The Quest Remains
Black Holes, Galaxies, Innumerable Universes
Thus in the vast abode
I shall dwell in peace
I do not care where
The Murderers, Dishonest, Wicked, Deceit have been taken
But am worried where
The People with Love, Truth, and Honesty sent
Countless have gone from here
Even Saints, Sufis, Sants, Rishis and Martyrs
Where shall I be taken?
The Quest Remains
Eyes wide open nights
In full consciousness
Like an insomniac
Buried in the thoughts
Of after leaving this body
Make me listen a lullaby
Make me know
So I shall sleep well
Have sweet dreams of the thought
Where shall I be taken?
The Quest Remains
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