Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

Like an umbrella, You protect all of us; Every little corolla Is saved from the fuss. This world may change a lot, But your affection never; Life is a battle to be fought; You teach me so forever. When it comes down to quarrel, You become silent, so silent; Overflows your barrel Of pain and sentiment. I know I cause you pain; I do get over remorse; If it happens time and again, There remains no love, but force. I tell you 'sorry', A word too little to say; It all becomes a different story, As atonement's told 'nay'. As I hurt you a lot, Dad, My heart, too, does, does bleed; My temper turns me as if mad; I commit another ill deed. Still, you keep blessing me, Though I don't change, Dad; I tread on the path of memory To find the best dad. I wish to control my wrath; I do wish to stay calm; To return to the right path, I need you, Dad, my true chum. As the worst sinner, I blame you, I blame mum; I try to be cleaner, But my sins snatch my hum. Life is so uncanny Tha

The prose -- "Eternal Lessons on A Special Day" The pupils of our class in the school celebrated the occasion of the teachers' day this year with sheer delight. Trisha and Krishnasish fetched a chocolate cake and a party-popper, while the others, namely, Barnali, Shreyosi, Neelabh, Shuvam, Shraman, Saby, Sounita and I took the task of inviting every teacher from different departments. Madam   Aishwarya wondered, “What are you guys trying to do by keeping all of us in suspense? I think that you’re trying to surprise us.” Right then, Shreyosi replied, “May be, you’re right. Still, it’s an astonishment that’ll get revealed a little later.” All and sundry stood there like an assembly with utmost excitement. Abruptly, Shraman burst the party-popper that was so noisy and palpitating indeed. There was a lingering sound of claps and enjoyment expressed by all the students, when it felt like it was the perfect time to blot out all ki