This poem i have written on a request for the farewell function to Carmel ma'm....our school teacher....
Ma'm you are sixty young!!
A teacher of praises sung.
Beleive us, we are over twenty;
with dreams and nightmares plenty.
Gone are the days of uniform and lunch box;
and those of black shoe and white socks.
Welcomes the world with open hands
into the unknown lands.
We come here to thank the teacher
who made human off this little creature!
This has been our long due.
We come not, to bid adieu.
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