Question

Compose a poem on any one of the following topics-

a) My school days

b) Father

Answer 1

With tiny legs 
we walked through sands, 
Bags and books 
At back and in hands. 
Bare footed in group 
Always we moved, 
Having our meals 
That mothers cooked. 
Together we moved 
In the open sun 
Walking and running 
There was fun. 
Sat on plain floor 
Opened our books, 
Teachers were calm, 
Friendly in looks. 

The days are gone 
Leaving me none. 
Except few moments, 
And teacher's comments. 
Friends are far, lost 
Never to get at any cost, 
All are settled by time's call. 
I do remember, miss them all.


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Answer 2

Fathers are wonderful people 
Too little understood, 
And we do not sing their praises 
As often as we should... 

For, somehow, Father seems to be 
The man who pays the bills, 
While Mother binds up little hurts 
And nurses all our ills... 

And Father struggles daily 
To live up to 'his image' 
As protector and provider 
And 'hero of the scrimmage'... 

And perhaps that is the reason 
We sometimes get the notion, 
That Fathers are not subject 
To the thing we call emotion, 

But if you look inside Dad's heart, 
Where no one else can see 
You'll find he's sentimental 
And as 'soft' as he can be... 

But he's so busy every day 
In the grueling race of life, 
He leaves the sentimental stuff 
To his partner and his wife...