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Dr. A. Zahera

Drama Inspirational Children

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Dr. A. Zahera

Drama Inspirational Children

Together Towards Tomorrow!!

Together Towards Tomorrow!!

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Early morning when the alarm clock resonated,

My ears felt like a blast of a big granade 

Eyes felt more sleepy wearier and more dreamy,

As it was time for me to get ready instead.

The Monday uniform with bag and tiffin holding wafers creamy.

Oh! it was all for the place where I never loved to be...


I still remember the days of infancy when my digits curled into my father delicately.

With sobbing minds and deep sunken hearts,

somehow reached the yellow vehicle standing afar.

 

Little hands from one to another were passed on with utmost care.

I hated the shouting of the bus 

as it was moving away from my crib towards the nightmare called school Sunbeam...

Honking, shouting, running and almost flying, 

It reached the destination well on time.


That first step in the temple of knowledge

That first smile of the motherly class teacher,

Those wide-open hands of Didi bhaiyyas,

Those beautified walls of corridors, 

big decorated classroom and wooden stage in the big lobby called Srijan.


All embraced and Imbibed my innocence, fears and hesitation with their fascinating and angelic light.


Slowly but steadily life went on smooth,

With all your friends old and gold.

We together moved from classes old to new,

Caring sharing shouting and playing

on that greeny lush playground outdoor

The pungent odour in a chemistry lab, 

The dead and decayed specimens examined in microscopes,

Playing with that ammeter and voltmeter in the physics lab,

Reading all those boring lessons in English book,

Doing those trigonometry and geometry sums

Escaping from the library and computer zone.

Oh!! How we together made fantastic our youthly yore.....


Thank you, dear teachers,

For being such dedicated mentors.

We owe a debt for your concern and

Assure you, your teachings will shine the most...


Those heritage quizzes, olympiads, 

Those various activities and competitions,

Made us feel on top of the world.


Thank you, dear mentors,

For polishing the pearls of creativity that was lost within us.


Today is the last day of our school...

All those ecstatic moments now roll down my eyes like beads of tears with eternal joy.


Before starting this journey... 

I never thought that it will come to an end one day.

From tomorrow everything will be changed into another way.


No alarms, no ringing of bells and no honking of buses...


The school uniform will be hung from tomorrow in the almirah,

Which we used to wear and carry the dignity of our school in every arena.


All those friends along with whom I used to walk in school corridors,

Will move on their own path of life leading towards future doors...


No exam tensions, no burden of homework,

No copy completion, no loads of practical file work...


The classroom doors will not wait for us from tomorrow,

Our old beautiful memories will be packed behind those closed doors...


See some of the memories are smiling in this big lobby,

Some moments are roaming in those empty corridors,

Look some of them are teasing us from the laboratories, 

and some are shedding tears from the sports room floor...


I can feel those moments sobbing for us all.

Some moments we'll take along with us...

some leaving behind in the classroom, in the playground, in the library and in the bus.

Leaving some precious memories in the hearts of our teachers.


I know we all will be called batch of 20-21

Every now and then it will be reminded we belonged to the deadly COVID aeon,

We know we lacked the concepts those 

to be cleared using chalk and duster,

As we are the only species that pioneered the online classes through Google and zoom...


But let me remind the world

We are the generation that witnessed 

Our parents arrange our fees when

Someone from the family was longing for life-giving air...

We are the generation that witnessed the lockdown for all but not for you dear Teachers.....

Who constantly fought as a warrior during corona to secure our futures...


We are the generation that witnessed the locks of our school classroom open by our management when it was a lockdown for the entire world...


Indeed we are the most courageous batch and Thank you all for your gratitude of yours.


We don't want to go but we have to...

We have to move further and flock towards our better tomorrow with blessings bestowed by you.


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