Saturday, September 7, 2002
R H Y M E  T I M E


Teachers’ Day

Teachers are the builders of the nation,

Helping others to reach the destination.

They are like light houses in dark oceans,

Guiding inexperienced students in their unsteady motions.

Present in every school and college,

They are ones who spread the light of knowledge.

They bring spring to minds which are dry,

They provide us with wings to fly.

They show us correct and true path,

Inspiring us to work hard.

With such teachers joys and sorrows we share,

They love and give us lot of care.

The seeds of bright future they sow,

Before such teachers I always bow.

Oh! dear friends, let not their efforts go wasted,

The sweetness they give should always be tasted.

To all teachers, at last I say,

A very happy Teacher’s Day.

—Sumit Gupta, Class X-A, St. Joseph’s Convent School, Ferozepur Cantt

 

An apostle of love

The valley was full of life,

Birds chirping, flowers blooming, leaves fluttering.

But I felt lost, scared and lonely,

Till someone came and held my hand.

Guided me and took me ahead,

She illuminated my heart with love for others’,

Inspired me to help my brothers.

She has heart of gold,

She tells me to be smart and bold.

To me she’s like an angel,

With purity, serenity in her thoughts.

She never complains but always sacrifices,

Taught me to believe in God and never despair.

She is my most respected mother who,

Radiates love, peace to everyone around.

Making me say that I feel proud,

For having a mother who’s so wonderful.

— Anantdeep Kaur, Class X, Sacred Heart Convent Sr. Sec School, Ludhiana

Down memory lane...

With passing years, I walk up the ladder,

Bubbling like a growing teenager.

To my childhood days I look behind,

Memories of carefree life etched in my mind.

Standing on the peak of a mountain alone,

Looking forlorn!

Steadily I descend on dry leaves,

Remembering tonight is New Year’s Eve!

For I see youngsters making merry at night,

Giving best wishes to all and sundry, past midnight!

My pals waving at me as never before,

Can I afford to ignore?

I hasten to join the ball in my best attire,

Before the bells toll for me to retire.

— Anterjot Singh Bains, Class X-B, St John’s High School, Chandigarh