The Enlightened Don

This virtuous don is the heart of club, modaern
Yet, the school don't think him as burden
His military style marching toward the grill of school
Reminds everyone about the awarded film, "Yagool"

The awe-inspiring and dangerous role is of Don Mont
Whose famous short circuiting and blood clotting
dialogue are "Understand or Not" & "Sleeping Or What"
His stunt bike of  80's merely has any brake
But, runs as if it has to crash a ferret

He is a true admirer of carefree life
Although, he attends the school late
Sleeping is considered to be his peaceful time
Therefore, none dares to commit that crime

Happiest among the teacher, when holidays are declared
Enjoyment,merrymaking, feast and picnic are what he always planned
Hungry rats and cats always rain in him
To satisfy is need he eats his tiffin (Big Share)

Problems always chase him at his back
And he stands like mountain to check
Injustice against someone is always criticised
Yet, no threats are tantalised

Paragon of coin is represented by him
So, his teaching varies from time to time
Thoughts of living makes his mind unstable
Salary on his hand makes him tremble

Worn out, tired and neolithic book reveals his experience
Which spreads the knowledge's fragnanace
Attending his class is very interesting
Because he does not bothers what others are doing

He is a creator of history in the school
By thrashing mercilessly all naughty fools
Heads and table knows the actual pain
When Sir's patience goes out of train

Though he seems to be stern externally
But he is generous at heart internally
he reveals everything what he knows,
May he be an absolute Exam foes





P.S- Pen down on 29th Dec, 2008 

A Farewell ,Then Forever

Not a fond wish, but still we sever
A farewell ; and then forever
Deep in hurt wrung tears, I'll pledge thee
Warning sighs and groan, I'll wage thee
Who shall say that fortune grieves her
With a star of hope, he leaves her
Me, happy as ever, cheerful smile lights me
Dark despair around be rights me
For the Angel of Hopelessness, spread her wings at last
And breathed in my face as she passed

And my eyes went rainy,deadly and chill
And my heart, but once throbed ,and forever grew still
Yeh ah ! who would know my fate?
Since happiness never comes too late
And sorrow too swiftly flies
Thoughts would destroy their paradise
No more; where ignorance is bliss
its folly to be wise

When the waves are around me breaking
As I pass the deck all alone
And my eye in rain is seeking
His face to rest upon
What would not I give to wander
Where my old companions dwell ?
But still I hold it, I hold it true whatever befall
I feel it, when i sorrow most
its better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all
Than never to have loved at all

Then say a lost love, is mortal yet
Ay  I be so but not my love
Mine will continue forever without regret
Yet my heart says my heart shall get the dove
This day or other we shall unite
The site the sight, my sight awaits that delightful sight

The Veteran Philosopher

Morning approaches with his brightness,

students wakes up with freshness.

Voice of the be nch,desk,blackboard-

"come for class.. come for class"-echoed aloud

Around 6:30 am is the time of his boardering,

when no student comes,out of fearing.

Bhataa..Bhataa of the old stone age scooter,

brings the message of Sir's arrival.

Baldness and dense forest below his lips makes him look like ninety-five,

but, actually he is merely forty- five.

Qualities of true teacher are his jewels,

which enlightens every corner of hearts.

Quotation on the blackboard every morning,

enhances the Vimala Convent School's charming.

His commanding voice echoes on the atmosphere,

makes every student tremble with fear.

Peace -the ultimate desire,what his soul speaks,

indisciple is what he can't tolerate atleast.

Kids listen joyfully the undulation of topic,

Yet, the teacher directs them to write on the topic.

Philosophy,facts,critising verses are the spontaneous creation,

which giggles the heart of young generation.

Mysterious life, with which he dealt while teaching

makes everyone burst into laughing.

Thugs are the most alert student,

as they are always ready for stunt.

Machine ,Wheely are the reward of wrongdoers,

but, can an innocent student forget his admirer.

His graceful support is very helpful,

to develop the personality brightful.

Sounds of his scooter fades away,

as his vehicle pass away.

And the school waits for the next day to come.

(p.s-pen down during my schooling in Vimala Convent School,Bhawanipatna , as a token of respect for my Oriya teacher)

Uneroded School Memory

 Tin.. tin voice of the bell,

still rings in my brain's cell.

Shouts emerging from the classrooms,

still reminds about my childhood dreams.

Greetings the teacher,"Good Morning",

Reflectingly,provoke teacher's praising.

Their teaching always makes us joyful,

which later on, are very useful.

Assembling on the ground for prayer,

Nurture deep feelings about "The Creator".

Monotonous chorus songs of the prayer group,

Till date I cherish in my blood group.

Peeping of the teacher through the window,

Transform the room into a meadow.

Volume of the murmur intensify,

as the teacher step forward with shy.

Unrhythmic drill on saturday chilly morning,

Engulf every teacher with spirit of checking.

A hot eye stares at them, 

who are  really unfit for the team.

Treasure boxes of our school sits in a row,

to compose story on,"Fox and Crow".

On pen and paper, they displayed their creativity,

who are credited for their curricular activity.

Speeches of young participants on the forum,

gains cheering for their oration.

But, fumbling voice of other participants,

certainly were rewarded comments.

Kicking,hitting,dribbling are our House game,

Nehru,Subhash,Gandhi,Shastri are always ready to claim.

painful shout,victory cry of contestant,

propagates the wave of contentment.

Forgetting these school days memory,

signify that we have lost our life diary.

Cherish it till you live 

And it will make you feel ease.

(p.s- This poem was pen down during my school days)