119 Years of Trust

THE TRIBUNE

Saturday, November 13, 1999

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Poems

My dear teacher

O’ my dear teacher,
You are so nice.
You are so good,
That you deserve a grand prize.
O’ my dear teacher,
You gave me so much power,
Without you, I don’t think,
I could have gone that far.
O’ my dear teacher,
How caring you are!
You build our character,
You take care of us.
O’ my dear teacher,
You are so kind.
A great person like you,
I will never find.
O’ my dear teacher,
You are like a precious gem.
Without you my life would be,
Like a root without a stem.

— Divya Sharma

Between you and me

I say I love you,
I mean I dream of you
I knew I would fall in love with you
I swear I will care for you
I love to hear about you
I like admiring you
I care for every step taken by you
I pray for someone like you
I promise I will forever be there for you
I feel I will forever love you
I know I am crazy about you
I thought I was made for you
I regret when I don’t speak to you
I worry when I don’t get to see you
I wish, you realised that God had made me for you
I could never go on without you
I fear leaving you
I jot it down only for you

Aarti Goyal

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