Sanket Jain

Life is full of fun;
But without batten
Of values beacon
Life will be just a hun.
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Of all vice in the world under discipline
Laziness - a Curse - is like a Saccharin.
Sweet as pipe, sonorous as violin
Wicked as a snake, ill-mannered as Bedouin;
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He who seeks pain for pleasure is a real aboriginal,
Runs slowly yet leads subservient to international.
He who has a mental condition stable aberrational
And is clearly confused for his rule over junior biennial.
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Remote area where there is no screen
Timidity rules alone trying to save skin.
Of all evils in the creation under discipline
Timidity - a curse - is like a Saccharin.
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A school in a village without any pastel -
Divine Child which never cares for riel
Strives for excellence. Does propel
The children upwards and rebel
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Life's all phases are boredom
Except the youth - the handsome.
The only stage full of chasm
Is none than of Soldier's column.
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Whatever troubles we teachers undertake
We change you to truth from clear fake.
Teachers are doing work hard for your sake
Want you all to be like sweet and quiet lake
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Winter is a beautiful season.
Playing ice on land in London,
Enjoy without worry or reason
In Icy cold weather without sun.
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A way to the outer world from inside
Is the window - an agent certified;
Gloomy, depressed, woeful world
Is made happy with a small riptide
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A romantic poet whose great talents grow.
More successful have more numbers of foe.
Lucy Poems and Tintern Abbey in mind deep go.
When he wrote Lyrical Ballads he did glow
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Another romantic poet for whom gusto
Of poem was great and alluring, ergo
He would a novel write and praise Nero.
His solitary poem was a masterpiece forgo
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On 11 July 1994, a legacy was born
Holding lovely roses without any thorn
Lighting many caves which were forever dark;
With Cherian sir, Anandi ma'am and Varsha ma'am named spark.
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In the month of July during whirlpool
A Legacy was born to challenge a fool
Who in sphere of market did money drool.
As all feast and dance and sing in yule
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Wishing to be a grad
Now though a lad,
Can be sweet as Chad.
Many get to write a pad
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A born jealous, envious and bitter bear,
Always felt sad on other billionaire -
Let it be a friend or foe, he not spare
Anyone from criticism hid or bare.
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In divine school there is a boy who does blare
The horn of indiscipline all over the school bare
Met me very day when I furiously did glare;
Felt though sad and bad, moved a bit with prayer
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All are not born with same talent wide
So are looked upon badly, get chide
Without any mistake they stride
Trying to overcome aversion and pride.
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Deshbhushan - my father's name given on
Entrance of a temple where grandma in yawn
Sitting with twins - my father and uncle yon
Hilltop - crying were both - grandpa gone.
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Divine Child School - an eyesore
In Mehsana for many schools - sopor.
Vital in activities from a long yore
In the field of academics - never at war
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Without values life may whop
And you cannot even yawp
As the destiny may strop
A valueless person nonstop.
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