To Teach and Learn

You flow with a mighty roar, Yet you sooth my tired ears. Songs you sing to me of the past, present, and future As I watch and flow with you. You are immortal like the Life you sing of, and You will continue to sing after I am gone. So please sing, sing with joy And let my poem be your song.

Exam hour, A Different Experience It is a beautiful day. The sun is shinning. The birds are chirping. The sun’s ray flicker on the leaves as they rustle in the gentle breeze that gushes softly from the river below. Inside the class, the fan swings its hands slicing the air like a warrior in a heated battle. The fan’s rotating sound is disturbing. Other than the soft flipping of the pages, falling pencils and pens and a little cough here and there, nothing is heard in the room. A pin dropping on the floor can be heard. Naïve but stern faces over papers are a spectacle to observe as each individual face has a story to tell. First, there are the ‘no-nothing’ faces that are the easiest to spot in the group. It is amusing to watch them as they sweat and scratch their heads as if doing that will make the answers fall out of their jammed heads. Their eyes linger in mid-air thinking about what they should write just for the sake of not leaving the answer scripts blank. But at the same ti...

'Follow Knowledge like a sinking star beyond the utmost limit of human thought' Tennyson. I hope they do, my prayers are with them.

Green air fresh the mind, together we learn, moments to remember.

Increaser of Merit, Ocean of Wisdom. Apprehensive torrents purge my bay, The once tranquil atmosphere now fades Like the morning mist giving way to the day When I behold this pure creature, I made. Pure he is, like the heavenly dove Born into this unforgiving time Where you can feel the cry of ravished love Tainted with cruelty prime. Therefore, this is an honest prayer From an honest father for his new son Like the true words of a soothsayer Let my words shine like the bright sun. May he grow strong and tall Become wise with fulfilling stern May he never fall But when he does let him learn May he live up to his name “Gephel Rigdhen” the increaser of merit, ocean of wisdom Let his path be laden with fame And bring merit to all beings with freedom Freedom of the spiritual kind In this tired times of crazy gale With a rich matured wise mind Let him in his purpose never fail May he grow like the vast ocean Bearing a fulfilling rich face Dedicated to hu...

The Rain. The Rain plays on the steel roof, The Rain claps on the cemented floor, and The Rain beats on the leaves broad. ‘Tip, Trap, Trap, Tip…’ it sounds. Singing away with the worldly hue. It sings of a season new. ‘Tip, Trap, Trap, Tip…’ It says to the withering flower, ‘Worry not for here I am ‘. It promises to the waiting farmers, A hearty and prosperous season. It sings to the mellowed grasses, and Dances on the roof tops, Kissing away the heated Earth, Promising life and to nourish it.

Afternoon class. Drowsiness hangs heavy in the air, and The fan tries to do justice to its purpose. It swings it arms like a mad man. Below the students linger, With heads supported with pillar-arms. They try to pay heed to what I say. I send two of them to wash away their sleep, A joke brings back their consciousness, I continue my lesson but they receive, Every word like a lullaby Trying not to droop like rich red poppies, They hang on. Their eyes gain weight, Drawing all the energy from their body, They try to hold it open, But with hopelessness, strive. I pity them and myself, so I call it a day.