My Divine Child School, My Ideal School

A school in a village without any pastel -
Divine Child which never cares for riel
Strives for excellence. Does propel
The children upwards and rebel
Against injustice gigantic or sea shell;
Strives to let its stars and carvings excel
With the artistic hands of its roselle.
All play ups and disobeys did she quell
For all discourteous and insolent is knell.
Insurgencies and Illiteracy repel
As soon as they hear Divine's yell.
She made IAS, engineer and Laurel
Who are shining brightly in parallel.
The capacity to write is more in noel
As during Christmas less is evil's spell
And more golly and blimey impel.
She is still like a nice damoiselle
Not touched by corruption or rebel.
This is pond. In it many a Raphael
Have drowned to break a cell
From which brains emerged like sail
Which drove young minds to foretell
Their future. With Anandi ma'am's spell
She still does prosper, flourish and excel.

by Sanket Jain

Comments (1)

She made IAS, engineer and Laurel Who are shining brightly in parallel. The capacity to write is more in noel As during Christmas less is evil's spell And more golly and blimey impel. She is still like a nice damoiselle Not touched by corruption or rebel.... great theme. I like your poetry style. Thanks for sharing.