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A POEM The Zigzag rivers flowing melodiously to mingle
I dreamt, I stood in a studio, with the sea.
And watched two sculptors there Quenching the thirst of millions on on its way with
glee
The clay they used was a
O’ the creator of the marvelous, wonderful
Young child’s mind
creation,
And they fashioned it with care.
We bow with reverence to the will of your
One was a teacher – the tools she used expression
Were books, music and art. We, the ultimate creation of the omni potent
The other, a parent – working Strive for our self realization to know the omni
With a guiding hand present,
Who ignites the light within us to know the truth.
And gentle loving heart
Day after day, the teacher toiled
With a touch that was deft and sure
- Mrs. K. Usha Gouri
While the parent labored by her side,
And polished and smoothed it over ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
And when at last, their task was done,
THE TEACHER AS A LEARNER
They were proud of what they had wrought.
At first, I was reluctant.
For the things they had moulded into the
To see, the classroom in the Divine Device.
Child could neither be sold not bought
My soul still not accepting
And each agreed they would have failed
The life of virtual reality.
If each had worked alone,
I wonder, why they call it virtual,
For behind the teacher stood the school
For I could see no vision in it.
And behind the parent, the home
After every class of mine
I would sit sad, to see no single around.
- Mrs. Manju Chourasia Sometimes, I pierced in to the screen
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
To see if I could touch them and they could
The Divine Expression me.
Wandering lonely in a serene land of divine But Alas ! it never happened
expression Instead, it ended convincing me.
Wonder stricken by the awesome beauty of the
Slowly, but gradually I realised then,
wonderful creation
This pandemic knows no ‘you and me’
The beautiful range of flowers with sweet smelling
scents, With fierce force, create a new path it said
Filled my mind with sanctified thoughts. clearer,
Enjoyed sumptuously the alluring fruits of As this small machine has now become a
different tastes, healer.
Out came the ecstasy in my reart in melodious
Thanks to the little ones,
tones.
Who accepted the change,
The gushing waterfalls from the great mountains
Falling thunderously ornamenting the high And made me feel comfort and cool
mountains. In this world of virtual reality.
The majestic, magnanimous mountains standing
tall - Mrs. K. Gomati
Looking like the guardians of all.

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