PoemsPoems on teachers, school and farewell
Poems for the stage: Teachers' Day, the farewell function, the annual day. They are short and rhythmic, and easy to learn in one evening.
English
To My Teacher
You taught me where the comma goes, and where the river meets the sea, and that a question, asked aloud, is braver than a guess can be. You marked my errors small, in red, and wrote "well tried" in letters tall. I did not know, at twelve years old, that this was the lesson, after all.
ShareYourGroupThe First Bell
New shoes that bite, a bag too wide, a bottle hanging at my side, a gate as tall as any king, and somewhere, bells begin to ring. My mother's hand slips out of mine. I join the smallest, wobbliest line. I do not cry. Well, not a lot. By lunch I've made a friend. Forgot.
ShareYourGroupFarewell, Class
We came in shorts and leave in ties, with longer legs and wiser eyes. The desks we carved, the walls we knew will learn the names of someone new. So thank you, corridors and bell, and teachers who have borne us well. We take the lessons, leave the chairs. The school stays here. We take the stairs.
ShareYourGroupThe Blackboard
It holds a sum, a map, a rhyme, then loses them, one wipe at a time. But what it lost has gone to stay in forty heads that walked away. So thank the board, so dark and plain: it learns each thing, forgets again, and stands there every morning, clear, as if to say: begin from here.
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हिन्दी
गुरु
उँगली पकड़कर अक्षर सिखाए, ग़लती पर भी धीरज रखा। जो ख़ुद जलकर रोशनी दे, उस दीपक को गुरु कहा। किताबों से आगे की बातें आपने ही समझाई थीं: हारना कोई हार नहीं, रुकना ही बस बुराई थी। आज जहाँ भी पहुँचा हूँ मैं, नींव आपकी डाली है। शिक्षक दिवस पर शीश झुकाकर यही बात कह डाली है।
ShareYourGroupस्कूल के दिन
सुबह की प्रार्थना, लंबी क़तार, जूतों पर पॉलिश, माँ की पुकार। टिफ़िन की ख़ुशबू, आधी छुट्टी, कंचे, पतंगें, झूठी कुट्टी। होमवर्क अधूरा, बहाने पूरे, मास्टर जी के चश्मे घूरे। तब लगता था कब छूटेगा, अब लगता है: क्यों छूट गया?
ShareYourGroupविदाई
आज विदा की बेला आई, आँखें नम, दिल भारी है। जिन गलियारों में दौड़े थे, उनसे बिछड़ने की बारी है। गुरुजनों का आशीष लेकर नई राह पर जाएँगे। जहाँ रहेंगे, जो बनेंगे, इस आँगन को न भुलाएँगे।
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- On stage, look up at the end of every second line. It slows you down and lets the hall hear you.