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To my brilliant English class! 10A

 To my brilliant English class (10A-2015-16)

 

K Geethanjali   
Department of English                                                       

The wheels of time turn as they  flow

And generations come and go!

But some people leave a void in your heart

That can never be filled as they depart.

The time has come to say good bye      

With many a tear and many a sigh,

Oh, my dear English class,

It was great while it did last !

The school halls did ring

With all the stories you did bring.

There was never a dull day

While you could step into 10A.

To divert the class,for  some it was a mission

With mischief their eyes would glisten!

The gentle ones were quiet and nice

Naughty or nice , 10 A is full of spice.

Annual Days will never be the same ,

Without our actors and   script writers 
on top of the game .

Debators ,here you will find in plenty,

In this class you will find God’s bounty!

As a teacher of English you would expect to find

Flowery words  spilling out from my mind.

But figures of speech  elude this poem of mine.

As all I can say is expressed in this one line-

‘Nothing can compare to you all!’

In life may you all stand tall!

I know as  I bid adieu

The school will not be the same without you!

The Wall of Writer's Block

By Archana Ramakrishnan

>
 The wall spoke,
 Of how tall her inhibitions stood,
 Of how her sanity it consumed,
 Of how all her fears only fumed.

"Stop, you failure! "
"You've had zilch successes all through this year."
 "Your words are incomprehensible, incoherent even,"
 "Inadequate, incompetent, I can name a list of ten."
 "Don't you realise that you're an excuse of a writer?"
 "That for a losing cause, you're a fighter?"
>
The wall roared, yelled even louder, 
 The demons that surrounded her just couldn't be prouder,
 And bit by bit, the wall grew in enormity, 
Shadowing Miss Writer's mind in total obscurity.
>
In the next moment of a revolution, one look was all it took,
To understand a reality clear enough, that her world shook.
 It wasn't the wall that was at it with the retorts, 
 But it was her own skeptic voice, that echoed back like darts.
>
 Coming to her senses, she grabbed her pen, 
>She wrote on the wall, strong, emboldening words that did defend.
Tearing it down- the wall that held doubts, fears and every unanswered question,
 She saw it all crumble down and come undone,
 And, then, there were none.