I wrote this poem in VIII standard.... :) brings back memories...
When I first entered the school premises,
I saw all that what a child does not cherish,
Then suddenly, I met an angelic figure enhanced with grace & charm,
With nature so jovial and behaviour so warm.
She first held my hand & taught me ABC,
And made me a person I had to be.
That person who always brought me from darkness to light,
And who is responsible for my future so bright.
I want to ask that is who?
That is nobody else but you!
Then my school life really begun,
And on this pathway I was on a run,
I had to keep with the challenges & keep up with the pace,
And behind me to give boost, there was a person with an encouraging face.
A person who always gave a shoulder to cry,
And one who gave me confidence to get up & try.
Through flowers & thorns of life,
In each struggle helping me to strive.
You ask them a problem once,
They will tell you the answer twice.
A person with a divine touch & Godly hand,
A fairy carrying a magic wand.
Providing us with spirit & vigour,
And not even a tinge of rigour,
What is felt for them is an intoxicating passion,
Filled with startling, novel & innovative fashions.
A meeting with them is like horizon touching the ground, as it seems.
They are the ones who taught us to enliven our dreams.
Ones with sharp intellect & beauty,
Always right on time, right on duty.
A mother, a father is disguise,
A parent in the student’s eyes.
They tell us everything from far old to latest new,
And sure it is such people are really very few.
That person who always brought me from darkness to light,
And who is responsible for my future so bright.
I want to ask that is who?
That is nobody else but you!
Today with full gratitude, adoration & respect,
Perfect in every aspect,
The one that has all the above features,
I now disclose is nobody but a TEACHER,
A teacher in its real sense is a friend, a guardian, a guide,
A person in whom all the heavenly qualities abide!
When I first entered the school premises,
I saw all that what a child does not cherish,
Then suddenly, I met an angelic figure enhanced with grace & charm,
With nature so jovial and behaviour so warm.
She first held my hand & taught me ABC,
And made me a person I had to be.
That person who always brought me from darkness to light,
And who is responsible for my future so bright.
I want to ask that is who?
That is nobody else but you!
Then my school life really begun,
And on this pathway I was on a run,
I had to keep with the challenges & keep up with the pace,
And behind me to give boost, there was a person with an encouraging face.
A person who always gave a shoulder to cry,
And one who gave me confidence to get up & try.
Through flowers & thorns of life,
In each struggle helping me to strive.
You ask them a problem once,
They will tell you the answer twice.
A person with a divine touch & Godly hand,
A fairy carrying a magic wand.
Providing us with spirit & vigour,
And not even a tinge of rigour,
What is felt for them is an intoxicating passion,
Filled with startling, novel & innovative fashions.
A meeting with them is like horizon touching the ground, as it seems.
They are the ones who taught us to enliven our dreams.
Ones with sharp intellect & beauty,
Always right on time, right on duty.
A mother, a father is disguise,
A parent in the student’s eyes.
They tell us everything from far old to latest new,
And sure it is such people are really very few.
That person who always brought me from darkness to light,
And who is responsible for my future so bright.
I want to ask that is who?
That is nobody else but you!
Today with full gratitude, adoration & respect,
Perfect in every aspect,
The one that has all the above features,
I now disclose is nobody but a TEACHER,
A teacher in its real sense is a friend, a guardian, a guide,
A person in whom all the heavenly qualities abide!
too good.keep it up
ReplyDeleteDear Cp,
ReplyDeleteyou got a thing or two for rhyme.
I liked the comparisons you have made, the teacher being portrayed in the most reverred manner.
Try using more metaphors like these next time when you write, maybe on things not directly related to you.
See if you can write poetry on some word like Room, House, Nation, Love or Life.
Comparisons and personification always reflect a rich visualisation and it helps the reader to caste images.
hey thanks guys..
ReplyDeleteok.. i ll surely try to include more metaphors and write on more random stuff too.
Actually, more importantly, I need to write regularly.. that'll be great..
:)
ohh ji.. number one haaii ji number one :)
ReplyDeletehaha ha.. saurabh i recited this one in school and then in college too.. pretty old..:))
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