He....., a gentleman generous and broad-minded
Who we can't stand without saying 'Yes'.
Sometimes, he may be sensitive.
But for us, he's like a sky positive.
Ow! dears, how splendid our Sayagyi(teacher) is!
She....., a lady luminous and patient
Who we bow with paying respect.
Sometimes, she may be lazy.
But for us, she's like a sea steady.
Ow! dears, what our lovely Sayamagyi(teacher) !
There....., a place fantastic and miraculous
Where our hearts and brains are ably absorbed.
Sometimes, it may have problems.
But for us, it's like a paradise of freedom.
Ow! dears, what our breathtaking symposium!
We....., guys kind-hearted and dutiful
Who also have legacy of confidence wonderful.
Sometimes, we may build up over friendship together.
But generally, we're just like brothers and sisters.
Ow! dears, be proud of being symposiast forever!
Wow.like this an awful lot! PH is such a happy place to share wine of words, cans of creativity, and spirits of shared thoughts. It would be so amazing to meet up with some of you guys! This does sum up the warm feeling of this cyber lounge for me really well! And I loved mr Robinson's views on it too. X x
This is a great poem. Learning together feeling connected, great teachers, thinking together. Enjoy it fully. I see to many students living in a distant future forgetting to fully enjoy the huge joy learning is bringing. Excellent poem, Aung PS: sometimes I feel just like Stevie who commented below
A great poem paying tribute to your teachers and fellow students and so beautifully written!
its terribly great and beautiful. ha ha, so nice. yeah, the teachers are like the candles, they burn for us. they give us their light to bring us to a brighter way cool and great
This poem will do stick in all symposiasts mind....You nailed it!
How nice! ... atmosphere is endowed with no threat and discrimination.
A resplendent collection of thoughts humorously penned down. A symposium can be this way too! Ha ha ha....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The French drink wine, The Chinese drink rice wine The Japanese drink sake wine We poets drink words to unwind.