BardofFundale

                               The woWman The world didn’t end on 2012, Though there had been apprehension My world however shattered to pieces, As I lost my superwoman. Willpower and strength she exemplified, Patience she had infinite However tangled a problem may seem, She’d know to sort things just right. No great degrees preceded her name, But full of wisdom she was Whatever lessons of life I have learnt, None but my mom is the cause. With eyes growing misty and lump in the throat, I recall the things she had done As long as I breathe in this world she’ll be, My mother, my only woWman.      

                          The Mobile Library  On ninth of November, Two thousand nine, The morning was sunny and bright n just fine. Mission literacy was to hear a new tale, When born was a school,  called Tulipdale.  The founders had vision of giving education,  To learners who were of just first generation.  Dependent wholly on school were those kids, Some loving teachers took them as seeds. Making them bloom, became their goal, Into their lessons they put heart n soul. Day in and day out they inspired a passion,  And readied the kids for holistic education.  Support at home, the poor kids had none, They loved their school where lessons were fun. The onus now was to let this love prevail, The Tuips were ready to bloom in the dale. The butcher, the tailor, the roadside stall owner, The hawker, the grocer, the local fish monger, Were all proud parents whose kids now could all, Read n spea...