Sunday, June 27, 2010

In Bombay there is a school that i love, wind swept and encircled by trees...



The first day was anointed with tears
Each one felt we were lost, forever
As we revolted and rushed back to mom,
you held our hand, wearing the most disarming smile,
and matched our steps,  as we toddled into,
Queen Mary School, our second home.
With ABC and 123, began the journey from nursery.
Stories and drawings, singing and poetry,
We learnt to spell, paint and grow with creativity

You filled our lives with patterns and colors,
guided us to sketch our future.
Each year brought along more subjects to learn,
All of which you made seem easy and fun.
Math taught us to crunch and calculate
With Hindi and English, we began to communicate
Science ensured we balanced Chemistry, Physics and Biology,
History solved the mystery of ancestral kings and queens
Geography made us navigate across oceans and countries
SUPW, PE and extra curriculars made us happy!

8.40am to 3.10 pm, through eight hours and nine periods,
you gifted respect, dignity, ethics  and other valuables
You taught us to value time and hard work,
it is here we first learned the meaning of love.
You made us befriend manners and discipline,
regard affection, encouragement, appreciation and confidence
Even after a hundred questions, you never ridged your brow
bandaged cuts and bruises, heard our trivial woes
We are what we are, because you were our mould,
your imprints shall guide us, wherever we go.

Thank you teacher!

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