My School and Teacher

We are the boy students -Amol, Azam, and Bula, Charvi - girls,

Away from our homes, see all friends, turn for our class.

We are chatting, play swings, see-saw with noise,

Teachers show the right sing how to grow and keep toys. 

Select dolls, follow rules with proper choice.

Mams teach us how to write cat, dog, bat, and pot,

Taught us, work with very iron thought, not to shout.

To joy when we open our tiffin, give pangs and relief,

Mams are ready to listen like friends indeed as believe. 

When our eyes want to dim fast, time to go home,

They are eager to send us door to door, but not keep us alone.

Let them tell us, what to do, to grow our confidence more, 

Say- happy good day, go home, do not forget to come tomorrow.