Watching the evening Sun on the beach, one
cold wintry day,
My thoughts drifted to the past, in a
soft and breezy way
Some memories so vivid and clear, some
so dull and hazy,
Enough though to paint before, a picture
bright and rosy!
With schoolbag in her hand and hair tied
in pigtails,
Off to School and friends she went, to share her girly tales,
where a
life she lived and thought, was her centre-stage,
Oh what a time that it was, what an era, what an age!
At every School event, her participation was a must,
Tried to put on a great show, no talent she let rust!
Her strength were her parents, encouraging to the core
“never will I let them down,” was something to herself,
she swore.
That she was true to her oath, was
something she did prove,
Honoured by School as the Best-student, what more could she do?
But
honour brings with it, responsibility of a lifetime to shoulder
A character to hold upright and never to
let it molder
Thus school days soon
over, College days came on,
New horizons to conquer, olds bygone;
To struggle just as hard once more, to
ignore power or pelf,
To do all those things just as right, to be able to
boost herself.
Lots and lots of work then, and also lots of play,
Moments were so joyous, moments were so gay,
Thus rolled on sweet Life, but all good things must end
Once again the” best student,” here, her onward “life” to fend
In all these lovely years, she realizes today,
T’was the family and friends, that helped
her make her way
Pray , who is this girl then, whose tale
I am writing?
Gosh, none other than ‘me’ it is, with my continued spirit of fighting.
Fortunate, am I not then, to have a family so
loving and devoted?
No wonder then, that I stand so tall,
with my values so deep-rooted!
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