Children's Day Poems

Indians celebrate Children's Day on the birth anniversary of Pt. Jawaharlal Nehru, that is, 14th November. The day is celebrated with great enthusiasm, as people relive their childhood and Nehru's love for kids on this day. Amongst the many doings, reciting poetry is one of the most loved activities that people indulge in on Children's Day. Many poets and writers have penned poems on children and this special day, transforming their childhood memories into beautiful compositions. With this article, we have brought some great poems for you to relate with your childhood and relive those cherished memories all over again, on the occasion of Children's Day. Read on further to know them.

Poetry For Children's Day

Children's Day
Don't hate me for who I am.
Don't hit me or shove me around,
Don't make me beg for alms today,
Don't kick my blossoming dreams to ground.
Don't stick me to walls with the MISSING sign,
Don't nip me in the bud for your gains,
Don't rape me. Don't kill me.
Don't trick me into living with so many pains.
Don't treat me like dirt and without respect,
Don't cheat me and abuse my innocence,
Don't light my unexplored land on fire,
Don't teach me to see with shallow offense.
Don't stop me from being a hero tomorrow,
Don't crop out my talents for a petty win,
Don't preach to me the song of faith,
Don't leech from me since that's a sin.
Don't hide me from the truth that you fear,
Don't ride me as a vehicle of glee,
Don't chide me for your mistakes and faults,
Don't side me away into dark debris.

We are your hope. We are your future.
We are the ones who will change your fate.
We are everything but without your help,
We, the children, have no day to celebrate.

My Childhood
My childhood was fun,
Tough and exciting,
My childhood was one,
Where there wasn't much fighting,
This is my childhood,
My childhood was filled,
With family and friend,
My childhood was filled,
With love and lots of happy holidays,

My childhood was filled,
With tricycles and bicycles,
My childhood is filled,
With lots of classwork and homework,
My childhood is filled,
With parents that don't work,
A annoying loving brother and sister's,
This is my childhood,
My childhood is filled,
With a grandmother that was caring and loving,
When I left her,

I was hurt,
But it's for the best,
I remember the good and happy times,
We shared together,
This was my loving childhood,
That I will not forget,
This was my childhood.

A Child in the Garden
When to the garden of untroubled thought
I came of late, and saw the open door,
And wished again to enter, and explore
The sweet, wild ways with stainless bloom inwrought,
And bowers of innocence with beauty fraught,
It seemed some purer voice must speak before
I dared to tread that garden loved of yore,
That Eden lost unknown and found unsought.

Then just within the gate I saw a child, --
A stranger-child, yet to my heart most dear;
He held his hands to me, and softly smiled
With eyes that knew no shade of sin or fear:
"Come in," he said, "and play awhile with me;"
"I am the little child you used to be."