Saturday, June 12, 2010

Let the tender hands lift the pen


A child is but a sapling,
That does bear a wing.
He's full of dreams,
He makes his dream come true
By his fingers new.
The immature mind and his soft arm
Needs care so he can be away from harm.
To grow saving his tension,
Through the scholastic mission.
Thus, let him be in school with a proper attire
To unfurl fully his heart's desire.

16 comments:

saurav said...

its gud work upon it,u hv a future in dis field

ravi said...

good poem sumit

sumona said...

Nice work, nice theme .... keep working...

assasin said...

well i didnt knew tht u were into this...bt a very nice work :)

sumit said...

thanx guys...

nilabh said...

nice work..:)

Animesh Raj said...

way to go sumit..great work!

vaibhav mittal said...

good one mate... keep going....

Wendilea said...

A beautiful sentiment, wonderfully written!

sumit said...

thank you wendilea...
thanx guys @ nilabh,animesh and mittal...

Prateek said...

nice piece of work yaar.. din know u could write so well.. :)

Osho lover said...

great man :)

sumit said...

thanx prateek, thank u srikant...

Gaurav Sinha said...

This poem describes an innocent child just like you, Sumit :)

Sumit Sarkar said...

thanks gaurav... :)

Ronit Ghosh said...

Good. Keep it up.

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