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POEM

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• TSIL Township
• Education by Shikara
• Indias Beauty
• Dear God
• The River
• Sun and Teacher
• This Christmas...
• I failed to see his love
• Real or Imaginary?
• A Child’s Thought
• My Happy Attitude
• Entering the classroom
• Flowers by Neha
• Life like a windmill
• Feel
• Mother by Dhvani
• The Crooked Man
• If I were a bird
• My Country
• My Doll
• Academic Journey
• Rings
• Oh! Steve!
• Examination
• The Best Toy Ever
• Childrens Day Message
• Kind World
• Unity
• Carrot, my Parrot
• Mom

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POEM
Unity

I dreamed I stood in a studio
And watched two sculptors there,
The clay they used was a young child’s mind
And they fashioned it with care.
One was a teacher:
the tools she used were books and music and art;
One was a parent
With a guiding hand and gentle loving heart.
And when at last their work was done,
They were proud of what they had wrought.
For the things they had worked into the child
Could never be sold or bought!
And each agreed she would have failed
if she had worked alone.
For behind the parent stood the school,
and behind the teacher stood the home!

RAMANDEEP
VIII
Bhavan's Prism School, Satna(MP)

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