The Era That Belonged To 'Her' Poem by Swapan Deep Singh

Sitting in the bus, travelling to Mahabalipuram with my class;

Nostalgia of the past, thoughts came to pass.

Thoughts of the school, thoughts of the almamater I had studied in;

Thoughts of the principal, thoughts of her dream wherein;

Her children-her students like you and me;

Grew from buds, to flowers blossoming with glee.

Where children with frozen tongues and open blind eyes;

Learned to speak up, see, think and be wise.



Sixteen years of my life, those beautiful sixteen years;

Full of grief and cheers.

The grief and cheers, that Madam Manveen shared with me!

Her very presence taught me the meaning of life.

Her blessing hand gave me strength to fight stress and strife.

Her sparkling eyes at every triumph I had;

Her soothing glance, at failures that made me sad.

Her trust in me;

The faith that she,

Had in the special skills of each and every child,

Made all of us dream big and dream wild!



With her untimely and shocking heavenly abode;

A void unfilled, an unlifted load;

Remains on the shoulders of her family,

And on the empire of love that she,

Had created all throughout her journey.



Her dream lies in our hearts;

In the heart of every Spring Dalean.

And we have to make sure now,

That the kingdom of love and care;

That she had started years ago;

Is not just let go.

But stays and grows to eternity!



WE ALL LOVE YOU MA'AM





Swapan Deep Singh Nagpal

MBBS – I, CMC Vellore

14 January 2009.



Spring Dalean from 1992 to 2008