A Junior – Senior (Story) Poem by HARSH OZA

From every rising sun,
From each growing day,
V Worked, V progressed
To reach the esteem’s of life.
V had the power, the energy to sustain,
To stand by all,
d FIRE, d WIND, d RAIN.

But still we found,
An Element missing in the game? ?

And then we looked around,
To find the tiny foot-mark,
That you left for us..
U were the guide, U were the coach,
In this ugly Race.
U did, V followed
Just the mear way you showed.

And soon you will reach your goals
Dream’s –Not too far,
Waiting for us with big open arm’s,
Holding hand on every wobbling step’s.
The silly scalar we were,
U gave us the direction,
And took the vector out of us.

All we want to say is just: :
“Thanks for being what you were..! ! ”