A Farewell Song On Retirement. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Farewell, my little ones
Students of this old school
Where I worked my entire service
As a teacher, and Headmistress
As a proud one with my beloved ones
You all my disciples, little ones
You all my disciplined students
Well studies, hardworking, motivated
Ambitious, and having the well thoughts
The talented, well enthused in sports
In plays, in team spirits, in writing skills
In compositions, and together the naughtiness
I love you all, I loved you all, every day
Dear ones, you observe the pearl like tear drops
Both I see in your eyes, here
Never mind, the world is opened for you
Where you are judged, where you are to be winners
As the disciplined intelligent youths
Pride to remember my little one's names
You see, the moth is March and day March 31st
The last day I am completing my term
The superannuation, attaining retirement
That decided from the first day of joining
I have seen so many little faces,
I have seen so many teachers, so trustworthy
Hard working, dedicated, learned,
Here in this world of academia they performed well
Some are gone for ever, which I prefer to forget
Some are idled in homes are better aged ones
The students went to the open forums with education
See, I am also aged, and my vision little impaired
My memory somewhat fading sometime little ones
Take my request as a lovable guidance
Never indulgence in violence for a bright future.