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Honor to teachers

Tribute to teachers

What we would have been otherwise?
Only fools in this world and not wise
At least we can think reasonable due to knowledge
Even we remember contribution in old age

We had rebirth in this lovely land
Teacher taught us to be good and lovely friend
We were fighting at home and in school
Some ties were made to stand on stool

It was firm foundation laying
We were almost in school and most of the time staying
Teacher was all the time there and completely paying
Whole attention on our study, sports and with lovely saying

Parents were leaving us at the gate
We were scared when getting little late
It was strict discipline and imposed
We were to live up to the standards and supposed

We knew nothing what the world and its people were
He was almost with us to work hard and fare
There was no let up in our preparation
We were in perfectly aligned with relation

Even though sometimes we were scared but exactly not beaten
Warned of dire consequences in exams if not properly written
It was his unstinted support that drove us to conclusion
There was no room left at all for confusion

We were tuned into fine metal of gold
It was put into furnace and made solid and bold
It was complete purity that was to be put before world
There was not going to be any doubt when put for sale or sold

We were made such a fine blend
What were we as raw when made to bend?
Absolutely nothing of any worth or value
Why not today pay as respect which is really due?

We will miss his/her capacity in whole of the life
As life was made worth to walk on edge of the knife
If we were today known as great statesman or celebrity
The same was injected by him in us as great quality

Let us pray the due respect by making it remarkable
That it is his efforts that we are made capable
We should not remain ungrateful for according honor
It is never expected anytime nor asked for

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Visiting The Wake Of My Teacher

today i visit the wake of
a 98-year old
retired school teacher

i watch her face inside the coffin
she is very peaceful

i begin to remember
when i was once her grade 3 pupil
in that old Miputak Elementary
School

she believed in me
and that is what made me today

she made me believe in myself
and that made her the best person in the world for me

she will not die
she is living in my memory

goodbye dear teacher
you have done your job too well.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Live In World

To live in world as man or woman
You can prove as true human
Who stops you from living as you like?
This idea must remain at heart and strike

Noble people are those who live on with ideals
Their life is simple but in fact very real
They have nothing to hide or make deal
It is always their endeavor to have sympathy and feel

Human race is not what we have made
We need enough of digging with spade
The earth can be made soft and fertile
The garden can boom in its own way with style

We have forgotten the basic values
Humanity is not realized with its dues
If we can’t give good or worthwhile to anyone
We are shame on earth and hence claim none

Not everybody can be assured of lovely life
As everybody is expected to walk on an of knife
It can be made rosy and worth to live
If we adhere to and respect the life of others and believe

If you bow your head with respect
No one may have any kind of grudges to react
You will be given due weight age and recognition
Your word may find right place with consideration

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Powerless Animal

What can be life and how to make it worth?
Was it only taking birth and finally conceding to death?
What are we expected to perform after taking birth?
Live like animals, do nothing and make it unworthy

We have made it secondary over some issues
Life meant to be earning with whatever possible dues
Materialistic gain and no worth contribution
Life is made like worthless institution

We all know child age is important
We can’t remain that ignorant
We give whatever we can to the lovely child
So he can fearless enter lovely field

With all lovely education life is made open
It is lovely enterprise and with full of challenges thrown
Person gains height or gracefully goes down
Rectify the mistakes and only folly to own

Life is difficult on for those persons
Who have in life and wants to worth with some noble reasons
Rest all die like insects without doing much
Their end is also tragic and terribly spent as such

Life is called mystery
Enough has been dwelt at length in history
Many may breathe with chicken heart
As life may seem to be only dirt

I have wished it to go well
So in ordinary way I can explain and tell
What are we supposed to perform as powerless animal?
But at least understand its worth and not draw the load as camel

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Great Teachers

I salute to great teachers of ancient India
For their achievement and dedication to the services of mother India
We are greatly indebted and honor the sons of India
Bow our head for their rich cultural heritage left for future India

Think of a life without contribution from teacher
In fact he is our guide and leader
Best friend and face reader
Never his profession was made as trader

So is the glorious day
We must celebrate today
Pay the tribute to all those people
Who did glory and took us out of trouble

Today we are at top of position
With their nice contribution
We owe a lot to salute and remember
They are formidable part of our life and member

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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for My Teacher

I knew I was alive, ‘cause I felt myself breathing
I knew I could walk, ‘cause I saw my legs moving
I knew I had feelings, ‘cause I could pity myself so much
For everything I was doing, I had done,
I would do that wouldn’t matter as such.

And then you came, my teacher
Introduced myself to me
Showed me, like every creature,
How different I could be.

And made me feel special
No cursed any more,
Believe in the power of my dreams
The limitless potential in my core.

Life, black and plain white
That used to be
Now with your eyes
I could see the red, the blue and the green.

And you taught not just “ABC”
But also the perspective with which the world to see
And you taught not just “123”
But also the ways to set ourselves free.

I don’t just breathe now teacher, I live.
I don’t just walk now teacher,
I run for my wants.
I don’t pity myself anymore teacher,
I’m proud of myself.
I don’t just respect you teacher,
I owe myself to you…….

poem by Jaya Mishra
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Teacher’s Day,2011 in India

Remember all your teachers who taught you
in school and college, right from childhood days;
Revere your teachers in all things you do;
Pray God should keep them happy most, always!

They put their heart and soul to train us up;
They helped us drink ken with ease from life’s cup!
Remind yourself the toil that teachers gave;
If not for them, would we now well behave?

Recapitulate good things that teachers did;
Recollect moments ashamed, when you hid;
Realize the role each one of them well played;
Recognize their mettle, prowess, love, aid!

Recount their help they offered you in need;
Reflect on advice good, they tried to seed;
Refill your heart and mind with joy, O man!
Repay their kindness to them if you can.

What noble sacrifices teachers made!
Efforts to train us, students, will not fade;
Despite their hard-work, life gave them raw deal;
Our teachers made us wholesome and thus feel!

Dedicated to all my beloved teachers
who made me what I am, today!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-09-’11

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Today My World Slipped Away

We made it final today
I gave you all I had, you made your get away
All the love we once made
Turned to memories today
I left the courtroom
And went straight to the church
I hit my knees and told God how much I hurt
Theres nothing left of my heart
Its going to be so hard to make a new start
(chorus)
Cause today my world slipped away
We buried the plans that we made
And tonight Im alone and afraid
Cause today my world slipped away
All my friends say Ill make it alright
Ill recover and start a new life
But thatll be so hard to do
Cause livin aint worth livin without you
(repeat chorus)
Cause today my world slipped away

song performed by by George Strait
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The Human Eye

God made the eye-
An extension of brain:
To see the beauty of all things,
He made.

God made the eye-
The mirror of the brain:
To show the mind’s beauty
Within.

God made the eye-
A camera:
To picture Nature’s lively snaps,
For man.

God made the eye-
A receiver:
To gather photic stimuli
For thought.

God made the eye-
Lovely:
To give expression to the face
Of man.

God made the eye-
For sight:
To perceive what the environs
Can give.

God made the eye-
For knowing world of good and bad:
To walk the roads in Heaven’s light,
On earth.

God made the eye-
For seeing light in dark alleys:
To look before one leaps in life
On earth.

God made the eye-
With two fine lids:
To prevent vice
From reaching mind.

God made the eye-
To see and feel:
The Omniscient Lord
Of creation.

God made the eye-
To know His love
And mercy great:
For man and beast.

God made the eye-
To see the light
Of Godliness
On earth’s terrain.

God made the eye-
To choose the road
That leads to Hell
Or to Heaven.

poem by John Celes
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Happy Teachers' Day!

Next to my parents, you were great!
You are my special teacher dear;
You held my hand and cleaned my slate;
With words of love, erased my fear!

You taught me how to spell most words;
You showed me what is even, odd;
You made the pretty sounds of birds,
And showed me how to pray to God.

And when I entered college days,
You were my teacher dear and friend;
You gave me tasks and solving ways;
How well you tried to condescend!

I came to know this world through you;
You moulded strongly my pot-clay!
From depths of heart, with respect due,
I wish you ‘Happy Teachers' Day! '

To all teachers world-over: "Happy Teachers' Day! "
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-09-2012

poem by John Celes
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To a Teacher of Teachers (in Paediatrics)

I, your pupil know your worth;
I, a teacher know your girth;
I, a doctor know your birth
Gave doctor-teachers, mirth!

I, a colleague can world tell,
‘You had made your students swell;
You had taught indeed so well;
You had tolled the teaching-bell! ’

We, your students thank you Doc;
You were key to our world’s lock;
When we did your door ev’r knock,
You gave ken unmatched by clock!

You, a star in our life’s sky;
You were one no one could buy;
You had made our minds so high;
This is truth, whole truth, not lie!

You opened world of children;
You made Paediatrics, heaven;
You taught craft and art woven;
You now make us look even!

We thank you from depths of heart;
We are grateful for our start;
We know not the words to draft;
We hope you must never part!

“You were a doyen;
You were a giant;
You were so erudite
Teacher of Teachers! ”

May God grant you many years;
May God give you peace, not tears;
May God take away your fears;
May you live happy with dears!

(Fondly dedicated to our most beloved
‘Teacher of teachers’, Prof. Dr. M. Ramasamy A.B. (Ped)
Masonic Medical Center, CBE
By Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D., Dean, IRT PMC, Perundurai
On behalf of the Medical Fraternity on Teacher’s Day
at Lotus Hospital on its 11th Anniversary, Erode
Copyright by Dr John Celes 31-08-11

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Frank O'Neill

I remember when we were young
Barely taller than our heavy school bags
We used to feel the weight of our lessons
Piling one by one on each of our shoulders
School was tough for us, but there were little things
Such little things that made school fun and exciting

I remember when we were young
We used to wait for the last day of school
Before we would all leave for our Christmas holidays
But it wasn't just to get away from school, no
Because on the last day, we were all treated a show
A show about a genie, which would make us laugh till we cried
Oh how we would talk about this genie
All throughout the year, waiting for this special day
All throughout the ride home, sharing the laughter with friends

I remember when we were young
It was hard to meet up after school with friends
After all, we were just seven-year-olds
But this was made easy for us
Because every season we would have a camp planned for us
Oh I do remember the laughter we've all shared at these camps
The pranks that he would play on us
Waking up in the middle of the night
Marking our faces with ink
Oh the laughter we would all have
To the surprise of seeing all the pictures of our friends
Who were pranked with ink all over their faces
Or the day all our shoes were taken from our rooms
And hidden in a place we just could never find

I remember when we were young
We used to have art lessons - But not any average art lesson
They were lessons where we could be creative
And not just on pencil and paper
But we were taught how to bring any plain object to class
And turn it into wonderful art
In which we would always display our work in the hall

I remember when we were young
Such little things that made school fun and exciting
Its moments like these you keep remembering for the rest of your life
The friendships made - The Laughter shared
Memories forever imprinted in the back of your head
Frank O'Neill was and remains a Great teacher - And a Great man
He has taught for 35 years at our beloved school and served them well
Teachers like him are hard to find, and are what make a school unforgettable
So I would like to take an opportunity to thank Frank O'Neil
But I am not alone, as so would the rest of the school, ex-students and ex-teachers
In which we would like to thank him for making our experience at Stella Maris College
May you enjoy your retirement - A well deserved relaxation for your hard work!

poem by Gabriel Gauci Maistre
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