Secret of CJMites

CJM is a bed full of red roses,
to live perfectly, here we get the best doses.
We go there for studying but...
it is done at last.
As we do such activities,
which are nothing less than a blast.

Library which is meant for reading books,
makes us sleepy by its looks.
The room so cool, big and airy,
becomes the resting lap of a fairy.

Infirmary, the room for the sick,
is one of the places, we love to sit.
We all make excuses to sit there and chat,
Seeing 'Sr.Hilary' we all are flat.

When one enters the school gate late,
she is in a horrible state.
Tries hard to be excused at any rate,
Although 'Mr.Ganguly' is there to decide her fate.
For hiding we use the needle-work room,
if not caught, like flowers we bloom.

When 'Bahadur Bhaiya' enters our class,
we feel like offering him a water filled glass.
We all wait for him every morning,
for us he is a blessing.
He informs us about the absent teachers,
which makes yell as mad creatures.

For chatting and enjoying we go...behind the red block,
we are never tired , for we have never ending stock.
In our free periods, we climb the newly bulit stony wall,
we use our chairs to climb, as we are not so tall.
There we march, enjoy and dance together,
holding hands, supporting each other.

Tiffins are finished before the interval,
we fight to eat, although it looks so evil.
In the interval we beg for money,
because we all have never filling tummies.

This all, we did throughout,
and I have disclosed them before leaving out.
We enjoyed our days in every weather,
lovingly living as a family together.

Finally, the time has come to depart,
we look at each other with tear filled heart(s).
THANK YOU CJM for your deep love,
which will stay with us...
for all times to come.

Simrat 
FEB 2002