Examination


Exams starting from 10th July. Portion over revision done worksheets checked.as the date is coming closer I can see students getting tensed parents worried. Lectures  full of manupuative conversation only  to get hint of important questions.
There lot more. During the exams my previous experiences are more interesting. Examination hall is more like football match which is played through eyeballs .where all the eyeballs  try to peep into others sheets just to get glimpse of answer and we are like goal keeper always try to stop them.
Sometimes I feel like helping them but these three lines which I learnt in my b.ed stop me

"A lawyers mistake is buried under file
a doctor's mistake is buried under soil
but a teacher's mistake always reflects in nation "

Dear students my poetry is  not just poetry. There is a message within my creation.read enjoy and get back to study .All the best




Kalam ki nok se kar syahi ka vaar
Kagaz ke tukade per likh de saar
Abhyas main thi kitni jaan
Aaj ek shishya ka hai intihaan

Akshar, shabd,vaakya ka bal
Dhoond le inse sankat ka hal
Uttar de aisa jo bane prashn ki shaan
Aaj ek shikshak ka hai intihaan

Pragati milegi tum main hai akal
Mushkil ho phir bhi na karna nakal
Janani, guru  kul ki ho aan
Aaj ek shiksha ka hai intihaan

Dharohar suraj o chaand taare
Kal ke liye tu aaj na haare
Tum main dekhni hai desh ki shaan
Aaj ek bhavishya ka hai intihaan 

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