A whisper of the heavens,
a descent of liquid grace.
The sky weeps silver tears,
that kiss the thirsty face.

It cleanses dust from leaves,
and paints the world anew,
a rhythmic drumming on the roof,
a symphony of dew.

It nourishes the parched earth,
and fills the rivers deep,
a gentle, weeping curtain,
while the tired world sleeps.

The scent of damp soil rises,
a perfume sweet and low,
a life-giving blessing,
on all the seeds that grow.

A million tiny diamonds,
a shimmering, falling sheet,
a humble, holy washing,
to make the world complete.

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With books as compass, chalk as chart,
We navigate each student's heart.
We plant the seeds, we tend the young,
And lift the lessons, one by one.

For every struggle, every gain,
We share the sunshine and the rain.
A bond of patience, strong and deep,
While the future's promise, we all keep.

So cheers to us, who teach and learn,
Who watch the eager lanterns burn.
May all our efforts be a flame,
And honor our profession's name.

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My Missing North
The compass spins,
lost without its true north,
my steady guide,
since you set forth.

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Silent Chapters
My book of days,
has silent chapters now,
pages waiting,
for your presence somehow.

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A gentle breeze, a warm ray of sun.
You're the quiet hum after the day is done.
Not always here, but when you arrive,
My whole world seems to come alive.
Thank you for every moment, big or small.
Always,
A Friend

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சோர்வுற்ற வானவில் தேவதை
சலனமற்ற சிறகுகள், வானவில் நிறம் மங்க,
சோர்வுற்ற தேவதை, கனவுகள் சுமந்து நின்றாள்.
நட்சத்திரத் தூசி, அவளின் கண்களில் நீர்,
மறந்துபோன பாடலின் மெல்லிய கீதம்.
கோள்கள் கடந்து, காலங்கள் தாண்டி,
கலையாத ஓவியங்கள் அவளுக்குள் அலைந்தன.
சப்தமில்லா சோகம், அவளின் இதயத்தில் வீணாக,
ஒளி சிதறிய நிழல், அவளை தொடர்ந்தது.
பிறந்த கதைகள், உடைந்த நிஜங்கள்,
ஒவ்வொரு வானவில் வளைவிலும் ஒரு காயம்.
காற்றின் முனகல், ஒரு பழங்காலப் பாடல்,
தேவதையின் அமைதி, நித்தியத்தை நாடியது.

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Golden light descends,
Summer's touch, my only tie.
No other warmth I crave,
Sunlit kiss, my soul to save.

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Sun-kissed skin and endless light,
Evenings slow, a pure delight.
Heart beats warm, and days are bright.

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His shadow falls, a moment's grace,
My world stills in this quiet space,
Time stretches, just to see his face.

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Tick-tock, a breath held tight,
Tomorrow’s shadow, still out of sight,
Hope's frail thread, through day and night.

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