A School Life Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The weather can be totally unpredictable
The human tendency like it is not at all acceptable
The rain is our main source of inspiration
We welcome it in its complete duration

There is tremendous change with the arrival of season
Initial days are quite enjoyed with good reasons
The children too like their initial school days
The parent to find good hope with rays

The school transform the character of child
They learn the basic elements and remain mild
They have innocence but do not act as fool
They learn a lot so long as they remain in school

It is lot more to gain and act
This is most unforgettable fact
It is always remembered in spare days
As it has taught us in many ways

There is enough time to focus on future
The last year shapes destiny and makes it sure
The time is approaching near to give farewell
Everybody is in fine mood to remember it well

The last moments are full of joy
They make it memorable and enjoy
The time and tide waits for none
The saying is well remembered by everyone

The school days are not forever
It has brief spell but to be spent there however
The long association makes them little upset
But the day for for departure is already set

It is natural to feel pain in separation
Everybody become so much emotional
So many incidences emerge in memory lane
As they have decided to leave the school by bus or plane

It may be altogether new experience
Now they have responsibility and enough sense
They may remain busy after leaving the busy life
The teacher has always remained them about edge of knife


They are needing good advice and direction
Whole future depends upon their action
The school platform has limited role
They may have to adjust with different poles

As the days are nearing to depart
They slowly gather to celebrate it in part
They may freely move and try to find
They will be out soon for the new world to find

It may be worrying them a lot
They fear fear and would not want to be caught
The life has become full of ups and down
Now they have to share the burden and own

Time may come soon to be separated
It will become past to be only related
It will remain as lost memory in one corner
They part of new life later or sooner

The path lay wide open to march
No one may lead you with torch
You were ably guided here by teacher
There you will be with respectable sirs