A lesson learnt (short read)

​Once during a workshop, we teachers were lectured this by a facilitator:
“See, the mothers of various children are busy with social gatherings. They don’t even know what the child is carrying in lunch box; the fathers are busy with business and meetings, don’t know in which std. his child is studying. 

So stop telling your students that their parents are working hard, day and night, for them.

Students don’t need your moral lectures these days. Be friends with them. Listen to what they have to say. They might reveal their deepest secrets to you.”

A blush of lazy lads (short poem) 

​A blush of lazy lads,

Walked up a hill.

They were not glad.

They had no thrill.
A blush of lazy lads,

Went to a zoo.

They were not glad.

They could not meet a gnu.
A blush of lazy lads,

Swam across the stream.

They were not glad.

It was not their dream.
A blush of lazy lads,

Ran to the park.

They were not glad.

They found a silent lark.
A blush of lazy lads,

Pled the lark to sing.

They were now glad.

It’s song gave them a zing.
A blush of jolly lads,

Friends with singing lark,

More than ever glad,

Play together in the park.