Before I was an average student,
but I think I got a bit of change in my mind,
I trust that I got it from my teacher,
he is not my teacher something different from other teachers,
not for me all my colleagues,
my change is only from his words, every words;
my heart is very fastly beating,
my eyes are full of tears, one day he entered our classroom,
and he told many things,
In that one sentence make a little bit of change in my life.
That words are my courage to write this poem,
now my life is self dedicated to my god like teacher.
The Magic of Life
We all are the twinkling stars of the world,
Whatever twinkles we reflect it,
That is our nature but,
now the twinkling stars are like abasia.
now the earth is looking with abhor,
the world is full of fog.
day by day the fog increased a lot,
and the god is magi,
the magi raises the stick,
when the stick will raise-down,
the entire world will be distoyed by magi,
like that at any moment it’ll be happened.
The magic of the god changed,
Into a pathetic situation,
we the children should twinkle all the,
Stars at the end of the magi!