She came to unlock those doors,
To surmount those barriers and step out successfully,
The paths are winding, full of gutters and potholes
Times came when she slipped and stumbled,
Impeccable she is,
Clutching every straw.
Focused and poised,
She gets along easily.
Now stepping out to lit the torch,
to enlighten folks, to glorify the art of pedagogy.
Situations and people do change,
Times too change.
Here we wait to hear you say ‘am fine
and the world around me is beautiful!’
Thursday, July 16, 2009
FLYING HIGH
Here is the book worm,
That crawled and came to a desert,
It felt thirsty, throat was dry.
Exhausted, it crept over the dry patches of earth
And drenched itself in a spring
Time provided it with wings.
Like a phoenix rising out of ashes,
It embarked to achieve the mission,
To soar high and touch the horizons
To research and learn,
And share the fruits of its laurels
‘Hail to thee, blithe spirit’
Fly high and perch peacefully
On the branch of the Wisdom tree.
That crawled and came to a desert,
It felt thirsty, throat was dry.
Exhausted, it crept over the dry patches of earth
And drenched itself in a spring
Time provided it with wings.
Like a phoenix rising out of ashes,
It embarked to achieve the mission,
To soar high and touch the horizons
To research and learn,
And share the fruits of its laurels
‘Hail to thee, blithe spirit’
Fly high and perch peacefully
On the branch of the Wisdom tree.
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A farewell poem to my colleague
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