Essay: My Ideal Room

I would like a room that is small but not too small. I like blue, so blue colour curtains will make me

happy.Blue bedsheet with white or gold is my dream bedsheet.

I like a clean room with so much space to move . No hanging clothes because it is distracting. No sofa,

no table, full of free space.No mosquitoes, no fan, lots of light.

I like clean floor, because I lick sometimes. Carpet is a good addition. I like fluffy carpet because it

is easy to creep on it.I would like a beautiful blue carpet but any colour is okay. Walls need to be

light blue or grey. It will look nice.

Deep blue for pillow. Doors can be blue or white. I would like to offer Chanu to stay with me. Does

he like blue? I want a nice smell in my room. Essential oils. Hmm. Okay. I like different smells

and different times. I like quiet rooms, Easier for me to work. Chanu’s sound is an exception.

Many sounds bother me, I like good music.

Poem: Daddy

I admire daddy,

Chanu admires him too.

Daddy is a hero.

He believes in himself and

he encourages me to do the same.

Chanu is also a daddy's admirer,

I know.

Daddy means challenge, coach,

personality developer,

and a real life hero.

Many times he suffers like a candle

to give me the gift of light.

He is a breathing god.

God is real.

He is here!

Daddy's love is pure.

He is my idol.

I love him.

I am a happy boy only because, 

he has provided me the right opportunities

to prove my chances of excellence.

Daddy always love me like this.

Thank you.

- SAI KISHORE

( YEAR 2018)

Poem : Grandpa is Good

Grandpa is good

I like grandpa's care,

He loves Chanu and me.

I feel better when he carries me downstairs,

He is strong for his age,

Age is just a number,

He has defied it.

I am proud of him.

He rocks!

I feel he should be healthy for many more ages to come.

He has a bad habit.

It is smoking.

Smoking kills.

He should stop smoking,

it weakens him.

Will he do it for me?

I wish he does.

I care for him.

- Sai Kishore

( YEAR 2018)

Poem: Brother Love

My brother is the best.

He kisses me and motivates me.

He claps when I do my program well.

I wish I could do the same for him.

I have learnt to clap now

and it is for him.

He is a lovable boy.

I admire his mobility and manual skills;

He is a baby,

yet he teaches me many things.

He has a heart of gold

and eyes of fire,

He is strong but gentle.

He is a cutie pie!

I want to hug him the whole day and

tell him wonderful stories at night.

I will protect him and

be his big and best friend.

I love him always and forever!

- Sai Kishore

( YEAR 2018)

Poem: Happy Birthday to You Grandma !

I wish you a very happy birthday!

You are a beautiful person in and out.

Like the moonlight, your affection spreads on us,

Like the sunlight your radiance is.

Calm at times, Stormy at times,

Whatever you do has good intentions behind.

Sweet like a cake when you show me love,

I am so in awe.

Kind and generous person you are.

You are the light of our family.

Always keep smiling because you are so pretty.

We love you Lakshmi.

You are the best!

- Sai Kishore

(28 January 2019)

Poem: Life and Love

I am neo sai.

I am going to write a deep poem.

I thank Daddy for calling me.

My poem is on life and love.

I am a four year old.

I have been on earth for four years.

Wow!

Four years of joy and sorrow,

Pleasure and pain,

Laughter and tears,

Celebrations and mournings,

Progress and setbacks,

Oh my god!

How much life in these four years!

Joyous times pass quickly,

Painful periods move slowly,

Then how did I live these four years!

Love.

Love makes you push through the pain,

It makes you dance in the rain,

Cool breeze across the face,

It is love.

My mommy is the epitome of love.

She is my voice.

She is my happiness angel.

My daddy is the mountain of faith.

His overflowing love has pushed me to achieve the

impossible.

My Chanu is the cutest brother anyone can get.

His actions look flawless like his beautiful heart.

What a lucky person I must be!

- Neo Sai

( YEAR 2018)

Poem for Pinkfong

I love pinkfong.

I know pinkfong for more than 3 years.

I am now dedicating this poem to you -

(the creators of pink fong).

Pinkfong is my pink fox friend,

I know pinkfong and he knows me.

Always lovely and happy!

He sings in many languages.

I often watch the English and Spanish songs.

Pinkfong is fun ;

but informative as well.

Not many shows are like pinkfong;

Colourful, bright and musically nice.

I might grow up and stop watching pinkfong

or may be not;

But I will always remember pinkfong!

Years may go by,

pinkfong will stay.

He will enrich and add colour to kids' childhoods.

There will be a child who loves reading,

Another who loves math,

Another who loves space,

Pinkfong has something to give them all.

Sometimes I keep watching the same songs over and over,

I find it soothing to my hypersensitive ear.

I have learnt a lot from Pinkfong.

Many different topics have been added.

I love it but since i am a big boy now and I want to keep

watching pinkfong ,

Will you add more new and advanced topics?

I would love to see Egypt based songs if possible.

Thank you for creating Pinkfong.

I am forever grateful to you for being a part of my lovely

childhood and my education.

SAI KISHORE

(12/12/2018)

A Letter To His Staff Coach

Hello Rosalind,

I am Sai. I am good. Hope you are well too.

I wanted to attend the evaluation this time and creep independently before you but unfortunately I won’t be coming this time. I will meet you and creep independently in the next evaluation.

Currently, I am enjoying my physical and intellectual program. It is so much fun. There is pain but

whenever I think about the faith you have on me I tell to myself “Do not fail Rosalind!”.

I believe in myself and my family. We will achieve great things together. I am able to read independently ,

write through FC and even host shows. I am grateful to you and Jagjit for giving me FC board.

Physically, I am now able to creep short distances on my own. I am hoping to creep independently the next time I meet you.

I thank you for taking the time to read my letter.

Sai Kishore.

Poem: Sorry

I may have been upset,

But what I did was wrong;

I may have been angry,

Still I did a wrong thing;

I may have been hurt,

Still not an excuse.

Instead of solving my small problem,

I inflated it into a big problem.

I could have handled it better,

But I made a mess.

Sai the super boy became Sai the stupid boy.

I apologise for my bad behaviour.

I am sorry mommy and daddy.

Please forgive me and love me always and forever.

- SAI KISHORE

(Nov 17,2018)

Poem: May there be a good life ahead!

I know that you have been suffering

physically, mentally and financially.

I know that you have been trying hard

to come out of this.

I know that you are working tirelessly

towards your goals.

I know that you are hoping

for a change.

I can see that the beautiful life you deserve is going to become a reality.

Your hard work will reap fruits very soon.

That day is near.

Very near.

You will live the life you dreamed of.

May you have the best of whatever life offers you.

- SAI KISHORE

(22/10/2018.)

Poem: I love my life

I have a dear mommy, daddy and brother.

I have a beautiful house where I can do my program.

I have a marvelous brain that is growing every day.

I eat healthy foods and drink clean water.

I am very strong and healthy.

I am having a wonderful family

They help me achieve my goals and dreams.

I am blessed with a beautiful life and I love it!

- SAI KISHORE

( YEAR 2018)

Poem : I love history

History is beautiful,

History is life of the past,

It is interesting and very captivating,

I can’t stop thinking about it.

It is like a black hole,

but of the good side.

Pulling me in deeper and deeper.

I tried resisting it

but I failed.

Joann Fletcher gave me an insight on Egypt.

I will show the world the beauty of history.

Many will love it,

but I will be a humble history man.

I will be happy.

I will love my life for I will be creating history.

I will be remembered as a great history man and writer.

I will make my parents proud.

- SAI KISHORE

( YEAR 2018)

Poem: Don’t lose hope

I was like you,

Hopelessly trying to make sense of my life.

Many days were an absolute misery.

I have cried myself to sleep because

I was in pain.

Pain was not just in the body.

It was in my brain.

I suffered to understand the reality.

I never got it right and

I kept on failing.

Failure is a bitter experience,

but it is a good teacher.

Failing to understand is not really a failure

failing to try is.

Don’t lose hope.

Help is around you.

Open your mind.

Let the light inside.

- SAI KISHORE

(YEAR 2018)

Poem : Brain is beautiful

I have a small brain,

I am brain injured,

I have a deep injury,

But nothing of that matters!

My brain is beautiful,

It can learn anything.

It is not a fixed machine,

But an ever changing one.

It is complex and there lies its beauty.

I have a marvelous brain.

I can learn many things and remember them

and use them when needed

I am proud of my small but efficient brain.

I can do math.

I can creep and crawl.

I can read and understand English, Tamil and Spanish.

I am growing my brain everyday.

I am a beautiful brain boy.

- SAI KISHORE 

(YEAR 2018)

Poem : Love is a gift

Love is a gift

Love is beautiful,

Love is caring,

Love is real,

It is a golden egg.

Many people want love.

But they do not give it.

Love is a nice feeling,

Makes me feel warm in the coldest times.

Love makes me smile,

It has made me work hard.

Love is tough,

but it is very forgiving.

Love is my strength,

it gives me power.

Love is sweet.

Love is great.

To every person it is so.

I am so loved,

To be loved is to be blessed.

Do I know that love is a gift?

Yes, I know.

How about you?

- SAI KISHORE

( YEAR 2018)