~~~I want to cry~~~~
I want to cry
Why he scolded me
I want to cry
I am sad
Why?
Why my boss scolded me
I treat my patients very compassionately
I feel relieved when they get better
I am very obedient to my work
I am sad
I want to cry
I am obedient to my profession
My teachers
My mom
Why they scolded me
I am not towards commercial medicine
The scolded me not doing “investigations”
I never do unnecessary investigations
But, he insulted my teachers
I am sad
I want to cry
Please my eyes don’t cry
I want to cry
poem by Kolitha Lelwala
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No one was ever scolded out of their sins.
quote by William Cowper
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The Naughty Girl
I’ll do something bad
And make others mad
And get scolded by dad
One day dad for fun
gave me a gun
I made my brother run
and had great fun
poem by Aryaman Ajit Naik
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Anthropology was the science that gave her the platform from which she surveyed, scolded and beamed at the world.
quote by Jane Howard
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The core is buried
He scolded me so I spit at him;
He yelled that I had beaten him.
I shouted that he had kicked me.
Thus we vied to lie to get justified.
15.06.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Unjust. How many times I've used that word, scolded myself with it. All I mean by it now is that I don't have the final courage to say that I refuse to preside over violations against myself, and to hell with justice.
quote by Lillian Hellman
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The devil seduced Eve in Italian. Eve mislead Adam in Bohemian. The Lord scolded them both in German. Then the angel drove them from paradise in Hungarian.
Who Aren’t Fools?
I called him a fool
And he scolded me a fool.
She treated us as fools
And we held her as a fool.
(12.04.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Look Of Split Hair
a lock of split hair
rests on the fusion of uranium eyes
scaled for its weight
scolded for its freedom
it'll wind with the smoke
of snake forgotten wisdom
around the trees blast felled down
end up in an atom
no poem can describe
rest silence closed
in the medallion of God
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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If One Road Is Closed
If one road is closed
Another opens.
If you do mistake,
Repent erases.
If you lose your heart,
Despair raises.
If you brag of you,
Downfall accesses.
If applause others,
Will be applauded.
If you scold someone,
You must be scolded.
If love the mankind,
You too will be loved.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Happy Teacher’s Day in India,2010
Teachers teach students to learn;
Teachers show them how to earn;
Teachers guide students to read;
Teachers help them if they need.
Teachers share with pupils, ken;
Teachers show them how to pen;
Teachers train them in most things;
Teachers make them good earthlings!
Teachers mould their character;
Teachers act facilitator;
Teachers are a boon on earth;
Teachers bring students, mirth!
Teachers care for children-wards;
Teachers don’t expect rewards;
Teachers slog throughout life-span;
Teachers make them man / woman.
Teachers are a humble lot;
Teachers make learning, an art;
Teachers perform well their part;
Teachers love students in heart!
Teachers are next to parents;
Teachers are a nation’s wealth;
Teachers make a student great;
Teachers are a must for all.
Revere teachers on this Day;
Thank them truly in some way;
Emulate them, if you may;
‘Give them good health, God’, you pray!
“Happy Teachers’ Day! ”
Most lovingly dedicated to all my teachers,
Living and dead, who made me,
‘What I am, today! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 05-09-2010
poem by John Celes
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Teacher’s Day in India,2010
Teachers teach students to learn;
Teachers show them how to earn;
Teachers guide students to read;
Teachers help them if they need.
Teachers share with pupils, ken;
Teachers show them how to pen;
Teachers train them in most things;
Teachers make them good earthlings!
Teachers mould their character;
Teachers act facilitator;
Teachers are a boon on earth;
Teachers bring students, mirth!
Teachers care for children-wards;
Teachers don’t expect rewards;
Teachers slog throughout life-span;
Teachers make them man / woman.
Teachers are a humble lot;
Teachers make learning, an art;
Teachers perform well their part;
Teachers love students in heart!
Teachers are next to parents;
Teachers are a nation’s wealth;
Teachers make a student great;
Teachers are a must for all.
Revere teachers on this Day;
Thank them truly in some way;
Emulate them, if you may;
‘Give them good health, God’, you pray!
“Happy Teachers’ Day! ”
Most lovingly dedicated to all my teachers,
Living and dead, who made me,
‘What I am, today! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 05-09-2010
poem by John Celes
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Inside Cry
SMILE, HAS NOT THE SUN RETURNED?
AND STORM NOW DISTANT RUMBLE TURNED
SO SCOLDED RAN
AFRAID, TO WHERE EVER IT BEGAN
TO WHERE WE BEGAN
AND IN MIGHTY OCEAN SWAM
TODAY TO THE OCEAN RETURN
TO FEEL YOU AGAINST ME AGAIN
FOR YOU ARE NOW APART OF THE MELLOWING SKY
WHERE IT KISS'S THE OCEAN
AND EVERYTHING WITHIN
SO I WILL SWIM TO FEEL YOU AGAIN
AGAINST MY SALT SKIN
AND SMILE TO ALL WHILTST INSIDE YOU REMAIN
poem by Guy Richard Baldwin
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A beautiful widow's upstage
When the juggler smiled,
Her tear dropp not responded and kept quiet.
He was angry and scolded;
'Don't you know how to smile really? '
Then the tear dropp replied;
'After he left the premises
I have never seen such an innocent smile again.'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Future of the Country
Tears in the eyes,
Fear on the face,
I often see children working,
Roads being there workplace.
Unwillingly doing work,
By the fear of being scolded
Or beaten by their employers
I see children working for bread.
Messy hair, torn clothes,
Children walking bare feet
And working really hard
Not caring about the rain or heat.
Children doing all sorts of jobs
Including selling and begging.
I have also seen children
Cleaning cars for an earning.
I feel sorry for them.
I feel it is very unfair,
That people make children work
When they should take their care.
Children are delicate,
We must care for them.
For every child in the world
Is as precious as a gem.
At least thinking about the country,
We must stop child labour.
We must stop burdening the children
As they are the country's future.
poem by Sneha Khedkar
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Scolded
A laughter once heard loud and clear,
Now does not appear to be on the heels...
Of one then taunted.
In fact,
Not a hint of a smile dares to approach...
Those faces on heads bowed so low.
It is almost as if...
They have been scolded,
By a superior being delighted to mold.
And who waited to see them trip.
Before applying fresh versions of annoyance,
Mixed with agitation.
To teach and erase those of mental conflict.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Your Teacher
Among strangers faces unknown
Tears rolling on your cheeks
You cried “mom, mom”
And my heart bled!
I kissed and cuddled you
“Don’t cry little baby”
I played your mom
I played your dad
Like you I became a child!
As you grew up
Often I scolded you
But believe me
It was not real
I wanted to make a man out of you!
Did you respect me, loved me
Or hated me?
I have no answer.
I am now blind with age
But can see you my child
I can’t hear anymore
But still listen to your voice
I don’t know where you are
But feel you in my heart!
Do you remember?
I am your teacher!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Teacher’s Day
Obey your teachers, everyone;
Respect your teachers, everyone;
Remember your teachers, everyone.
Heed to what they teach in class.
Like/ love your teachers, if superb;
Emulate your teachers exemplary;
Reward them for their excellence;
Be humble to them all through your life;
Thank your teachers for good things done;
Forgive your teachers, if they’ve wronged;
Pray to God to bless their lives on earth always.
Never mock;
Never hate;
Never anger;
Never belittle;
Never ridicule;
Never humiliate:
Your teachers anytime.
Be proud of all your teachers
Of your school and college;
Help them if they should ask;
Assist them in each task;
A teacher is a gift from God;
Thank God for your part!
poem by John Celes
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Naked-man
This masque doesn't suit you.
When you are putting your,
Entire effort, to touch me,
To enjoy my womanhood shamelessly,
You dare to pen the hottest images,
Just to show me bare......
Your lust for the second love,
Is opening the pages of pornography...
Each and every word trying to
Throw me in ordeal, as I'm a
Woman, a puppet in your hand.
But, I know, this boomerang,
Will be back to you.
How many times tell me,
Did you buy the virginity,
Chastity and innocence?
Innumerably, you insulted us-
As you confess before all!
Your thirst is not quenched,
Won't be ever, you quick-sand man!
Tear your mask, reveal your
True-self, to expose your,
Identity.I can't scold you
With a beast's name,
If I do this, the beast will be,
Scolded.Such a nakedness,
You mirror thru yourself,
That needn't put off your,
Robes, as you are always,
In the primitive dress.
You are summoning the world,
To call you Naked- man.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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A 'Papa, please
I couldn’t see in his eyes
When my son hardly could say bye
I felt so betrayed by his gesture
I could sense of guilt but was not sure
He did not utter a word when I used to thrash
He would go away and cry while making wash
I saw sadness in him but he did not tell
I felt nothing was good or going well
I felt from my heart for his dismay show
He had very slow space and unable to grow
All children were shining in their own way
He was proving helpless and sliding away
He came into this world before maturity
We were still joyous by seeing glorious beauty
He was only hope for our well being
We too were ready to do anything and sing
I tried to read child’s mind
As dad he had nothing to find
I sensed trouble for being so unkind
He wanted me to be considerate and kind
“Dad, can I request you for something”?
He gathered courage and unfolded wing
“I get so much pain when you beat”
“I am unable to bear and it is painful to eat ‘
I almost wept for his pain
This was only his concern main
I was committing unpardonable cruelty
I cursed self and even couldn’t feel pity
‘I will study sincerely and give you result”
“I may prove myself and feel you no insult”
I couldn’t believe my eyes as he went on
He had defeated me and almost won
I used to full him up and throw on ground
He used to weep and no friends were found
‘You may kill him one day” wife scolded
I decided to withdraw with hands folded
He did fare in the life and stood firm
He was obedient and used to confirm
He never disrespected and always obliged
I too felt sense of satisfaction and realized
Life would have chance to retaliate
I was unsure of what steps fate might initiate
It was our belief that we got to suffer for bad act
No one could help if one was at any time out of tract
He is now grown up boy but had chance to remind
“Dad, you were un considerate and unkind”
‘Why were you beating me for absolutely no fault”?
This came to me all of sudden as blue from bolt
Whole scene just went off my memory as flash
Mind and heart was at disagreement and always at clash
If we try to be good parent or obedient children
Life garden will become green with happiness and never barren
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lost Dog; Reward!
Missing Dog belongs to dalmatian pedigree
Red ribbon round the neck with a bell
And the new leather belt of goat skin,
Old Owner cries the whole day without a meal.
Please contact; Nagging Soul
3456, West Sumac Lane, Apt 008
Anaheim, CA 92804
I told my wife 'It's near to our place.'
And when I try to fix my photograph on that notice
She scolded me in our mother tongue.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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