Yesterday you attended class we saw
and studied, played with friends all day long.
Among lots you didn't attention draw,
In assembly you sang, the prayer-song,
but we didn't differ you from other.
Morning bell rang, we all thronged for prayer.
I heard a whisper, 'Neha is no more, brother.'
But couldn't make out as I met her rare.
Std v student? I don't have any class there.
She died when her legs slipped on their yard.
a girl of nine, but her parents didn't care.
They didn't take her to doctor, or feared.
Still now I can't recognize her, though
she has been one of our pupils,
she has been lost in air we know,
we won't see her in class room or in drills.
ya so many souls r lost midway n we just carry on in the maze of this world....bt to jst think abt it verse kinda makes us revive d thought of our bubble like existence......nice tribute to such lost souls
Oh! So sorry! My heart-felt condolences to you for the loss of your student and to their family. May her soul rest in peace!
Deep sorrow and concern for a student conveyed through the poem. Great pain for a teacher.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A kind and beautiful tribute to your friend. Sad poem of loss but a good write.