TEACHER

Whose Child Is This

“Whose child is this?” I asked one day
Seeing a little one out at play
“Mine”, said the parent with a tender smile
“Mine to keep a little while
To bathe his hands and comb his hair
To tell him what he is to wear
To prepare him that he may always be good
And each day do the things he should”

“Whose child is this?” I asked again
As the door opened and someone came in
“Mine”, said the teacher with the same tender smile
“Mine, to keep just for a little while
To teach him how to be gentle and kind
To train and direct his dear little mind
To help him live by every rule
And get the best he can from school”

“Whose child is this?” I ask once more
Just as the little one entered the door
“Ours” said the parent and the teacher as they smiled
And each took the hand of the little child
“Ours to love and train together
Ours this blessed task forever.”

TEACHER

Teachers come and go
but every so often one comes along
that you’ll always remember
one who makes learning an adventure…
and who can still remember
what it’s like to be young
and growing up…
the kind who can make you
want to be the very best you can be…
Someone you can really talk to,
who really cares
what happens to you…

 

That person is YOU!

POEM

 
o god!
 
what did happen?

tell me god, what is happening?

my heart is restless.

my soul is peaceless.

my eyes know, khow to see dreams.

my heart know, how to hide her in it.

my lips know, how to call her name.
i know that, she & me are one.

something happened to me someday.

when i saw her, i lost my concentration.

i think i am in love with her.

 

i want to tell you all a thing,

that i am not as i was.

a miracle named love,

got into me unknowingly.

i cannot forget her.

night too seems to me like the day.

i dont know,

what magic she did on my heart.

that it became so soft.
now i feel,

why didn’t she met me before.

MY CONCEPT OF GOD

She carried me for the ten months
She worries about me for lifetime
She taught me who is who,
She loves me truly
so, my mother is my god.

He strives for my growth,
He strives for my health,
He works hard for my wealth,
He showers me with flowers of love,
So, my father is my god.

They work hard for me,
They teach me with love,
They’ve made me a good human being,
They work hard for my future,
So, my teacher are my gods.

He gives me what I want,
He gives me a company when I alone,
He gives me encouragement when I am on stage,
He gives me full support when I need it,
So, my friend is my god.

MOTHER TERESA

Oh! The soul which cared for the poor
Has left suddenly leaving us to suffer
Grief stricken we are at this hour
Looking blank and dark all over

Oh! Mother – you are the real mother for all of us
For the love,affection and concern shown for us
Leaving us as orphans with no one to look after us
You will have to come alive, born again to protect us

With tears rolling down our eyes, we recall
The service you had rendered to one & all
Sacrifice is the only word we can say in all
For the service you had rendered to mankind over all

Mother you are no more with us to give us comfort and guidance
Your blessings, only we seek, to brush gloom aside
The soul resting in peace may shower
Its blessings to miligate our suffering for ever

RAIN

She hides behind the clouds;
Just like poetry…
Meanings hiding behind the
Words…
The purity of love, the purity of
Survival is hidden behind the cotton puff…
The dark passing clouds…
Passes by our head…
We see the cotton puffs with a
Puppy smile…
There…She smiles…
With
Drop of tears…
She cries with a smile…

The slow falling crystal drops
The lovable work stops…
Drops falling on your body…
The PAIN vanishing…
Vanished…
Blossom smiling…
We,
Enjoy the beauty of love…
Swinging in the direction of the Nature Prince;
The cool breeze, the wind.

Leaves with drops of purity.
Conversing with each other
The purity of love…
Oh! the mother of purity…
You make us happy with
Your tears…
Please don’t fade away.
Be with us.
Don’t anticipate…
And bliss in ignorance…

POEM

There is a great teacher called river.
Whose teachings can make us shrewed and clever.
Never bend your way for anything in the world.
Melt again even after you solidify when its cold.

Don’t let anything be a hindrance,
Jump over them and flow with confidence.
Never stop, go on flowing,
When dams are build, break them and keep going
swirl with the wind and dance with the tree,
Become a symbol of energy and glee.

When people throw a stone, show them your face.
Bend alone the obstacle and go on with grace.
Flow across borders, don’t show a change,
Don’t change your heart even when you age.

Flow through the village and the urban cave.
Quench the thirst for water when people crave.
Don’t show off what you have inside,
Sink in everything and look calm from outside.

The teaching of river goes on and on…
But realizing them takes more penchants and the whole day till the next dawn.
Pick the best and leave the rest.
At last there is always a teacher called river,
Whose teachings can make us shrewd and clever.

Education

I was lucky to be born in India. Even with about 250 million people living below poverty line, India is one of the few countries in the world that offer practically free education to its vast population. Education provides hope and power to many.

The boy started his journey from a school with thatched roofs an isolated journey. This is the story of many who started from humble beginnings, and believed in second chances. An African man, Barack Obama, born to a Kenyan father, and raised by a single parent in the poor neighbourhoods of Hawaii is going to represent the democratic party in the US presidential election. About 43 years back, people of his colour were not allowed to vote, or even sit in the bus seats which were reserved for whites. Gandhji was kicked around in the street of South Africa for walking in the areas which were designated for whites only. Now a man, with his sheer persistence, tenacity and intelligence, is challenging the conventional wisdom of colour based identities of human beings which has been true for centuries, and still holds true in many parts of the world.

In our journey through life, we walk around with bags filled with memories of the past, and dreams and hopes for the future. We select the colours of our dreams and memories. We live with our own insecurities and the constant urge to prove to someone. It could be our parents, loved ones or ourselves.

So, good luck with your examinations or interviews, or whatever dreams youe are pursuing. Life is a journey; Don’t forget the paths you passed, those paths define you. Keep your chin up. Put on a smile and head on.

Cheers!!

THE LIFE IS LIKE THAT

Sometimes beautiful green
Sometimes peaceful white
Life is sometimes free
Sometimes just a sad gloomy night.

There are times
Which make you feel like hell
when dreams turn into nightmares
Tears roll down your cheeks and fall.

You might be all by yourself
All alone trapped in a shell
Always remember to fight back
Life ultimately come back on track.

After every night there is day
Always sing and convey:
“Life is a song
And you can sing alone1″

You’ll always find someone beside you
Someone who will guide you
Keep walking on and on
And soon friendship will be born.

The years will pass by quick
And you’ll become springs pick
Your heart will dance to every rhythm
Every tone and every symphony will be your life’s sum!

So always remember my pal
Never lose belief in yourself at any call
The bees will sing and the cuckoos will sing
Just remember to hit the right note and you’ll be glad
Then you’ll understand, life is like that!

SUCCESS

All of us are engaged in an unconscious endeavour to distract attention from the respect in which we are inferior to others and to emphasise the respect in which we believe ourselves to be superior.  Each of us must feel superior in some respect; and we try unconsciously, to convince the world that this is really the one thing that matters. If we are physically inferior but intellectually superior, then we tend to disparage physical prowess and emphasise the importance of  mental ability. If we are bad workmen or bad farmers, then we may try to shine as parlour politicians.  If we uneducated but (self-made), wealthy, well, then what is the use of education. It only spoils a man’s mind. On the contrary, we educated, but unsuccessful in the business of life, then we never lose an opportunity of belittling business success. Generally, if we are successful at anything, we believe that success is won by industry, ability and character, while if we have been unsuccessful, we believe that success is a matter of luck! Isn’t that so?