rhyme time
Beneath the breeze

My thoughts were hovering in the air,

I wonder if you saw them move.

Every speck of grass witnessed them,

But you seem to disapprove.

There were times when I said it all,

There were times when I never said.

But those thoughts could tell you what I had to say,

My dreams were hovering in the air,

I wonder if you saw them move.

Every drop of dew witnessed them,

But you still seem to disapprove.

Are you the one without the effort?

Or are circumstances making you refuse?

What made each moment so blue?

Overshadowing every red.

Was it something you heard?

Or was it something I said.

The tacit answer is so tentative,

But the queries are yet to cease.

I don’t know if you saw even a glimpse?

But those thoughts, those dreams still lie

Beneath the breeze.....

Sugandha Arora, XII, Sacred Heart Senior Secondary School, Chandigarh.

With a teacher one has a unique relation,

One in million is this God’s creation.

She knows everything about me,

She is the one whom we should respect blindly,

She helps us in our problems so kindly.

She is the one with whom we can share,

She is one of the persons who really care.

She is the one who cast us like metal,

Who controls us like a shepherd.

We shout and disturb her as in fish market,

But she always helps us to reach our target.

In school, she is like a mother,

Like her, we just can’t find someone other.

Many teachers help us to develop our mind,

All of them are so kind.

She is the one we can’t forget,

Who gives us more than she gets.

Ankita Goyal, 9th-A, St Joseph’s Convent School, Ferozepore.