My History Teacher, S Kaur , a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

My History Teacher, S Kaur

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

A subject that is embedded,

In the soils of the past,

Yet she makes it lively,

With her knowledge so vast.

Note: These lines were written by me, for my history teacher Mrs S.kaur. It was written as a title for her. Today I intend to keep them as one of my poetic composition. Thank you ma'am.

A poem that I wrote even before realized that I am writing one.

Feb 1991.

Whatever we may do to appreciate our teachers, can never be compared to their dedication, for today whatever we are, it is because of them.

My Geography Teacher ,Mrs Anurupa Biswas, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

My Geography Teacher, Mrs Anurupa Biswas

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

I sit in the classroom,

She takes me away,

Sometimes by the mountain,

Sometimes by the bay.

Note: These lines were written by me, for my Geography teacher Mrs Anurupa Biswas. It was written as a title for her. Today I intend to keep them as one of my poetic composition.

A poem that I wrote even before realized that I am writing one.

Whatever we may do to appreciate our teachers, can never be compared to their dedication, for today whatever we are it is because of them

My Political Science Teacher Mrs Bhalla., a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

My Political Science Teacher Mrs Bhalla.

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

No politician can fool me,

For now, I have known

All the principles of politics

Which she has shown.

Note: These lines were written by me, for my Political Science teacher Mrs Bhalla. It was written as a title for her. Today I intend to keep them as one of my poetic composition.

A poem that I wrote even before realized that I am writing one.

Whatever we may do to appreciate our teachers, can never be compared to their dedication, for today whatever we are it is because of them.

My Hindi Teacher Mrs S.Jain. , a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

My Hindi Teacher Mrs S.Jain.

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

I see my world is growing,

More and more westernized,

Yet hers is a subject

That my culture reminds.

Note: These lines were written by me, for my Hindi teacher Mrs S.Jain. It was written as a title for her. Today I intend to keep them as one of my poetic composition.

A poem that I wrote even before realized that I am writing one.

Whatever we may do to appreciate our teachers, can never be compared to their dedication, for today whatever we are it is because of them.

The joy of teaching is this (Happy Teacher's Day), a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

The joy of teaching is this 

(Happy Teacher's Day)

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

The joy of teaching is this,

When you burn a candle,

That has ceased to glow,

And you earn that candles love.



Every time I make a candle glow,

I thank Him for this art,

Lightening the flame of glory,

In each and every heart.



How blessed we are to be apart,

In molding the Tiny hearts,

One day they will be fruitful,

As we play our blessed part.



Every candle has a room, to light,

We play that blessed part,

Lightening the heart of people,

Brightening each and every heart.



Every time I see the joy in your life,

It Fills me with great joy,

To see that sign of approval,

I all my talent employ.