P. R Ashok

Oh, English Literature, thou art a gem,
A treasure of wisdom, thought, and grace,
A world of words that shine like diadem,
And stir the soul with their enchanting pace.
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In the summer's golden embrace,
A fruit emerges with sweet grace.
Oh, the mango, a tropical delight,
A luscious treasure, a pure delight.
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In a world of black and white,
A symphony takes flight.
The piano, an instrument grand,
Guiding us to a magical land.
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Daisy, a flower that touches the depths of the heart.
Your presence brings solace, peace and cheer,
Your simplicity is a cherished art,
Filling the world with radiant delight.
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When do women have the liberty to live their lives without fear?
Are they haunted by the specter of violence and tear?
When do their voices thunder, with a crescendo of courage and might?
When do their spirits soar freely, on the wings of unbridled delight?
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Teachers, the poets of the classroom, weaving words into wisdom,
You are the greatest of all time.
With every lectures, a firework of knowledge explodes,
A symphony of insight, that the heart and mind loads!
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This day we celebrate the heart of love,
The noblest calling known to human kind;
A mother's love, like sunshine from above,
A grace that's given freely to mankind.
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You arrived as strangers and uncertain,
But you leave as a family, a close-knit team.
Through exams and projects, you stood strong,
Supporting each other when things went wrong.
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Education teaches us to think critically,
To question and analyze things logically,
It empowers us to create, to innovate, and to excel,
And helps us to shape our own personal cartel.
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