Sherbanu Molu

Rookie (1st March 1996 / Mombasa, Kenya)

My Sweet School - Poem by Sherbanu Molu

School is where one learns,
Kowledge is what one earns,
Teachers, friends are a part of school,
Without them, a school, isnt a school,

A teacher's duty is to teach,
And a student's duty is to breach,
When parents get the complain,
The teacher's trust then, gets hard to retain,

Oh! It's recess,
But to her heart there is no access,
Boy tries to impress girl,
But oh! She's a knurl,

Recess is over and class has resumed,
Next exam, God! I am doomed,
I know I won't pass,
Coz I know Im a bass,

Walking back home in the evening,
It feels like my stress is lessening,
Im happy to be home,
Coz there is every place to roam,

Back to school, early in the morning,
I see it is snowing,
I'm back to a place of learning,
Knowlegde is what Im earning,

School is a source of knowlegde,
The best part in my life is being at this stage,
It includes everything,
And it lacks nothing,

Teachers, friends are a part of a school,
Without which a school isn't a school..............

Comments about My Sweet School by Sherbanu Molu

  • (2/20/2015 10:31:00 PM)

    A great peace of poem and the duties and responsibilites of teachers is clearly given in the poem. likes the poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (2/17/2015 6:56:00 AM)

    Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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  • (11/29/2009 11:53:00 AM)

    Exactly down the memory lane of bygone days..
    Ms. Nivedita

    Cordially invite to my page with your graceful comments and criticism too welcomed…
    [Why hack my she &c]
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  • (11/24/2009 3:32:00 PM)

    lol i miss those school days. keep up the writing. (Report) Reply

  • (11/23/2009 2:58:00 PM)

    Your poem speaks the very truth. Only I don't have recess. lol. But most schools have it. I know that school can be very difficult at times. And yes us girls like to play hard to impress. (Report) Reply

  • (11/23/2009 6:00:00 AM)

    I see an intelligent kid
    Stay in school
    I see a bright furture
    In you
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  • (11/21/2009 1:59:00 PM)

    Nothing like school days (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 21, 2009

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 20, 2011

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