On My Death

Around me stand my friends and kin,
And a person too whose heart couldn’t win,
Grieved badly and tears they shed,
Seeing my dead body on the bed.

Oh! open not my folded shroud,
Let not them see my broken heart,
Let not express my pain on the crowd,
else none will love his beloved by heart.

Those who kicked down my lovely rose,
And compelled me whole night weep,
For my gifts who bestowed me pathos,
Now hiding their faces,they too weep.

Why you have made you eyes wet,
Wipe! Wipe ! these drops of dew,
The rising sun has ever to set,
And so I,it was earlier view.

STANDARD CRESCENT SCHOOL, BAHRAICH

This school lies at Qazipura-south in Bahraich. I joined it in January 13, 2009 after coming back from Mumbai. This school has a historical importance because it was the first school that I joined, and began my career. I resigned it on August 30, 2010. I met many persons there so I would like to introduce them one by one.

Mr. Mafooz Ahmad is one of the most important teachers there. Resigning Pioneer Montessori, he joined it. He is a lovable and emotional person. He is master of many skills. He is a science teacher who is very popular among students and teachers. After his advent, our staff came to know how to laugh otherwise there was also a ban on laughing. He is a skillful person but never constant. He is a prey of time and love but has also a heart to start his adventure again.

Time and fate made him dim and slow,

Or he has stuff to be happy and glow.

Mr. Dharam Chandra Shrivastava(D.C.S.) He is short but healthy and strong person. He always makes his presence feel. His funny remarks and advice force us to laugh. He is very clever and witty towards his job. When he roars in the class, there is stillnes for sometimes. He is a good person because he is always ready to help the needy. He never feels bad if one passes remarks on him, enjoys.

Mr. Syed Nasir Mahmood is the head of the institution. He is a very good grammarian. The way of his speech is praiseworthy as he gives proper respect to whom he talks. Two things I liked the most during my job there; his dressing sense and hand writing. His phonetics in Urdu is awesome and held Urdu Nashishts every month to encourage this beautiful language. He also got a good response. I also witnessed some of such gatherings of the poets. His presence gave inspiration to the students as well as teachers.

RANA MARZIA

She is the principal of this school who is beautiful lady with good intelligence. The students as well as teachers pay her proper respect. She never rebukes anyone on any mistake. She talks with smile that even a rude person is compelled to talk politely. When she is not at school it seems a home without mother.

Miss Taiba Nilophar

She is the incharge of teaching staff who is thin and has long hair. She has a long teaching experience so she knot well how to deal with teachers. She is a clever lady that can keep everything with herself. She is called Moving Envelope and Roaming Spirit in the school because she runs in the whole school hanging a bag.

Ms.PARVEEN KHAN

She a slim girl who has sprited nature. She teaches in primary and junior classes. She also wears glasses like me. She is a good friend but nobody can bear her anger. She is a good singer and her songs touches every heart. You will always find her happy.

Miss Subuhi

She is a good girl having glasses on her nose. She teaches honestly in her class. She doesn’t bear a good height so she mostly wears high heel sandals. She is the prey of time. Her mother cares her a lot this is why she advised her not to keep a mobile.

MADAM NAYYAR

She teaches in lower classes. She has a hefty personality. She a funny lady who can laugh at herself. She never takes till. She is simple and generous lady who always looks happy.

Madam Saher Saman

She was a slim and fair girl who teaches lower and primary classes. She was good at English. She was poisoned against three gent teachers. I came to know later on, that the management reduced her against us. She was so disturbed with the school management especially TAIBA NILOPHER, the teachers’ in charge of this school that she left the job and joined Morning Star Academy.

Madam Gulshan

She possesses a hefty personality. she has been a Hindi teacher there.She was good in her teaching,but was not able to judge herself.Sometimes she favoured someone and next time another. Now she is teaching another school after her resignation.

Madam Tarana

she was a good lady who had good technique of teachig Urdu. She was promoted to Vice-principal but she had no power in her hands. She had to teach Nursary class, and she was very much annoyed by T. N. So, she quit her job.

Madam Muazzama

She is a fair girl who teaches computer to the junior classes. She looks always happy and most of the time she laughs. Her teachings alights in every heart. She is still teaching in that school.

time

Bandstand Beach

From the west the fast winds blow,
By force and with lovely sound,
By and by my emotions grow,
And freshness is there me around.
Uplifting their heads, waves me reach,
And with stone and rocks they collide,
And sprinkles water on me on the beach,
And I try taking my notebook aside.

O wind! Thou touches the Arabian Sea,
That comes from the holiest place,
And so you lovely and dear to me,
Cause therein thou bring peace and grace.
May you blow through my sad heat,
And bestow me might to face the world,
O thou current and love thy art!
So Wash with love my every word.

Now darkness begins growing much more,
And standing I am not single fellow,
Lovers gather with beloveds on the shore,
Busy in love and romance but slow.
Who is true mate on the way of love?
I’ve remained my aspirations with me,
Like twinkling stars so high above,
But reflection is merely in the sea.

As You Like It

The wind blows from the west, 
And takes the clouds strongly away, 
And causes in the sky unrest, 
Kites are soaring where astray, 
Its effects lies too on the land, 
Under a tree I sit all day long, 
Where leaves are lying on the sand, 
I’m busy where composing my song. 

Mohammad Muzzammil Shah

Clock Tower Of Bahraich

In the middle of the city, There is a tall and lovely tower, It has become our dignity, Which would be sign of British power, It’s stood for a century and to witness, The changing moods of the town, Sometimes becomes political greatness, And sometimes emerges with religious crown. Mohammad Muzzammil