To Dream Once More

I’ve always thought that life is full of dreams

And I’m a dreamer, spinning dreams of dreams

In every journey when I shall stumble, fall

I’d always wake up and shall start it all.

I dream that I shall reach a place so far away

To search for destiny and to find my way

My feet may fall down, but my hopes are high

My strength may falter, but I shall try and try.

And in that place where dreamers dream to seek

I’ll find the way and climb the highest peak

Though the way is long and the peak, too tall

But my will is strong, and I shall pass them all.

If in this journey, I’ll grieve with every parting

If I alone shall bear the pains of my own making

If I must cross the seas to find a better future

Then let me suffer on that distant shore.

And on my shores across the hundred-seas

My love shall sing me weeping melodies

I’ll cry a tear, but let my heart bleed deeply

Just give me sorrow, or give me my destiny.

And when this dream shall lead my life in vain

I’ll find the way and set it out again

But when in death, I’ll find the way no more

Then I shall wake up, and start to dream once more!

Two Poems

The Teacher and the Students                              

The teacher and the students                          

They drag the class between them                               

The teacher lays the rules                                            

The students just ignore them                         

The teacher teaches many things                                 

The students just forget them.                         

The teacher sets the deadlines                         

The students will postpone them                                

The teacher gives the grades                            

The students won’t believe them                                 

The teacher records scores                                         

The students tampered them.                         

The teacher keeps his patience                        

His lessons and his tact                                    

Some students, their indifference                                

They like to interrupt                                      

But when he calls them up                                          

They never will stand up.                                             

           

At times the class is dormant                           

A silence all they keep                                                 

The teacher feels ecstatic                                            

The students feel as deep                                            

But when the teacher speaks                           

The students fall asleep.                                               

                       

The teacher does his best                                            

But students show no interest                         

The teacher has to preach                                           

That students, “never cheat!”                          

The students, they admit                                             

 “We better cheat, than to repeat!”                             

           

The teacher’s loads alone he bears                                

Frustrations, anger, pain and all                        

He knows no student ever cares                                 

But when he feels he has it all                          

He throws the blames                                     

The students catch them all!                            

The Students’ Reply to the Teachers

We students and our teachers

We’ve built a gap between us

We know we follow rules

The teachers just don’t trust us

We study many things

The teachers never ask us.

We do observe the deadlines

The teachers never mind them

We always take our grades

They hurt but we accept them

We always ask our scores

But never tampered them!

We students have our problems

Like lessons hard to catch up

The teachers sometimes know them

They like to call us up

If we don’t know the answer

Then how can we stand up?

At times we feel so lazy

So tired and even weary

The teachers are just busy

To force and make us study

But how can we be snappy

If the lessons make us sleepy?

We students do our best

When teachers teach with interest

There’s no more need to preach

That students, “Never cheat!”

If the lessons we don’t get

The teachers will repeat!

The burdens teachers have

We hope won’t make them give up

We students also have

Expectations to cope up

But teachers shall we have

A way to bridge our gap?

On The Same Boat

On The Same Boat

He was a mealy-mouthed fellow

Making friend of his own but weary self

Like a lone traveler adrift in the middle

Of the seemingly endless seas;

Lost, downtrodden, and in total quandary.

I watched him; empathized with him

I felt his misgivings and pains

Wanting to help; to lead him the way

To search for his place under the sun.

But I am a lone traveler too

In the same ocean of life;

Adrift in the middle of the same endless seas, 

Plagued by the same perplexities.

He was I... How could I?

A Student's English Headache

I wish somebody helps me

Of things that puzzles me

Like words of diff’rent meanings

Same sounds but diff’rent spellings

Like “sail” and “sail” and “sea” and “sea”;

The “mail” and “male” and “flea” and “flee”!

My teacher says it’s easy

But plurals can be crazy

Some words just end in “s”

But others end in “-es”

And worse – “feet”, “oxen”, “mice”

“Alumnae”, “larvae”, “data”, “spies”!

I wish my tense were right

Of verbs that I must write

But verbs differ in form

To rules, some don’t conform

Like “set-set-set”, and “run, ran, run”

Eat-ate-eaten, go-went-gone”!

Another thing that bugs my mind,

To spell the words, O I’m so blind!

And when I try to think about

The words like “out” should be spelled “AWT”

And when instead of writing “knee”

Why don’t we just write “N-E-E”!

You must have known how it feels like

To study things one doesn’t like

Especially when teachers nag,

You’ll never learn to use your tag

Like it is raining, aren’t we?

“Oh, yes they didn’t can’t you see!”

One trouble is this usage

I like its sound but I’m no sage

Coz there are words I do not know

And couldn’t use them right or so

Like “May I dance, Miss over you?”

Oh, well, yes centerly, thank you!”

This subject-verb agreement

I’ve learned with disagreement

With words like “crowd” or “group”, or “class”

We must use verbs like “is” or “was”

But why in this, “The crowd are stunned...”

My teacher I don’t understand!

And there’s the other English,

My teacher says it’s British

It spells these words “theatre”, “centre”

But wrong if you spell “carpentre!”

And for its grammar, teacher why,

It says, “I’m handsome, aren’t I?”

This pronunciation headache

Has given me a heartbreak

While some words I don’t understand,

My teacher forces me to stand

I say, “BURGOYS”, she says “BURZH-WA”

The whole class echoes “HA!HA!HA!”

So please somebody help me please

Of things I couldn’t learn with ease

If rules were only easy

Then I should learn so easily

But all these things have messed me up

Somebody please... come pull me up!