Rhyme Time
To Sir, with love

Let me tell you an ineffable story

Of a jocund man and his glory

He is a man of wonders

His voice reverberates as thunder

I got to have as my mentor

And he acts as my future’s guarantor

His guidance cannot be compared

As in his hand we are being nurtured and cared

I wonder how he comes to know everything before hand

Is this his experience or magical wand?

He has guiding experiences much as my age

Of serving the city and preparing the youth for a new stage

His teaching can never fail

Even if there comes fire, storm or hail

He has made me what I’m today

And 100’s like me state the same night and day

He blesses us

And may God bless him

You all must have guessed now

He is none other but our Dean in front of whom we all bow

A Pandora’s Box lies open now

I want to close it but don’t know how

Evils like pollution, poverty

All these and more

Now roam free

But there is still Hope

Hope left in us, you see

Hope is a saviour, in you, in me

A blooming rose though has some thorns

A growing bull, developing horns

A new day, a new world

I see with my eyes

Every step filled with surprise

A glowing eye, a throbbing heart

Busy as a bee

This is my world

The world that I see

Taksh Condanya, IX A, Delhi Public School, Chandigarh

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