S: Poetry Portfolio
FC: Mitesh Bhalani 3/29/12 3rd Block | Poetic Reflections
1: Table of Contents 1. Language Arts..........................1 2. Self-Respect..............................2 3. Where I'm From........................3 4. My Mother's Kitchen................5
2: Language Arts When you read books They have all this structure But in reality you don't need Punctuation Or spelling Or grammar Just have some creativity And don't be afraid of hand cramps
3: Bottle What do they always tell us? Respect your teachers. Respect your parents. Respect your peers. But sometimes we often forget The most important person to respect. You don't need some TV model Or some fancy product that comes in a bottle. You certainly don’t have fit A distorted view of perfection We’re not just one type of person, We are a group, a collection. Don’t try to copy or emulate Other people that you see You’re not bound by their standards You're unfettered, free Just know that you're you To yourself, always be true.
4: Where I’m From I am from books, from Coke, and bright lights. I am from sweltering summer days, scorching yet routine, The sun frying us up. I am from the green-leafed oaks, And kudzu, creeping craftily. I am from Taco Bell and a smaller stature From Ashwin and Bhupendra and Dakshesh I am from perseverance and a cultural connection. I am from “Sit down!” and “Wait! Not right now!” I am from the temple, from the foundations to the spires, I’m from the king state of the South and Dhanji’s line.
5: And from curry as hot as an inferno And sweets to soothe a burning tongue. From my grandpa's struggle to come here, His every toil for us. And my uncle's struggle for his rights The wrong righted once more. I am from my mother's father's shelf His countless tomes Opening a whole new world to me. Countless wonders revealed Countless memories made.
6: My Mother’s Kitchen “Mom can you get me a sandwich with cheese?” I pause for a moment, waiting Then I hear it: “Please?” I walk into the kitchen, happy to assist I’ll add a heart though he’ll protest “Mom, I’m too old for this.” I spot the basil plant, With its leaves verdant green. Some dead leaves will be removed My kitchen must be pristine. The plates in the sink need washing We’ll make it a family chore. Working together will be fun! That’s what husbands and children are for.
7: I think the oven’s warm enough now, In goes the sandwich bread Meanwhile I wont’t pour a can of soda He’ll have some water instead. Lettuce, cheese, tomatoes, Pickles and onions too. Can’t forget the seasoning That simply wouldn’t do. A glass filled with water And a napkin and a plate I add a couple of cookies Dinner will be late. I walk into the living room And hand him the dish He smiles and hugs me saying, “Mom, thanks for all this ”