tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48400492793651962862024-03-08T06:10:06.287-08:00english mongerjagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-15393592158016192532013-09-10T19:17:00.001-07:002013-09-10T19:17:41.394-07:00A Question for the Teacher: Do You Know Wallace Stevens? You Should...<a href="http://aquestionfortheteacher.blogspot.in/2012/08/do-you-know-wallace-stevens-you-should.html">A Question for the Teacher: Do You Know Wallace Stevens? You Should...</a>jagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-33510323045417931552011-01-26T09:34:00.000-08:002011-01-26T09:34:53.045-08:00SHOULD WE TEACH ENGLISH GRAMMAR AT ALL ? | TeachingEnglish | British Council | BBC<a href="http://www.teachingenglish.org.uk/blogs/vlnraojagatha/should-we-teach-english-grammar-all-0">SHOULD WE TEACH ENGLISH GRAMMAR AT ALL ? TeachingEnglish British Council BBC</a>jagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-37480377119037993122010-12-16T03:30:00.000-08:002010-12-16T03:31:09.745-08:00The poetry of an immature poetI am neither lyrical JOHN KEATSnor the great WB YEATSI have never reached great heightsI am in my preliminary plightsI talk about fundamental rightsor the beauty of Diwali lightsmost of my poetry is immaturebut my friends praise it very pureI know for surethey don't want to hurt my heartand never critisize my artbecause it is the most sensitive partBut I know my own limitsI have got fewer meritsthan unidentified demeritsjagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-17381339664028616302010-12-16T03:25:00.001-08:002010-12-16T03:25:54.637-08:00the moods and needs of a poetA poet is quite an ordinary human beingWhatever he writes may not be a great sayingYou may read it for the time beingAnd even question the timing but enjoy its rhyming<br />A poet has many ups and downsSometimes she unnecessarily frownsHer creations are not always the greatest crownsThere may be some laughing clowns<br />In the poetic garden, all are not beautiful rosesThere may be some ugly wild flowersSome flowers may not have any seedsJust like some poems have no reads<br />But the poet’s greatest duty is continually to writeIt may be utterly wrong or absolutely rightLike a soaring rocket it may reach the greatest heightOr it may fall flat like a broken kitejagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-71103559595559160752010-12-16T03:17:00.000-08:002010-12-16T03:18:27.221-08:00WHAT IS THIS LIFE EVEN ON CHRISTMAS?We always suffer from strifeThose who love even their foes are great<br />Love is the best word to hearJesus has created us to have a meaningful lifeThen heavenly Father comes nearJealousy is a double edged knife<br />Kindness and mercy are the eternal valuesJesus is an embodiment of supreme sacrificeReligion is not an amalgamation of ritualsBut it should keep us away from vice<br />December makes me remember Jesus ChristHe is undoubtedly the son of GodHe is greater than Mount EverestAnd relieve us of our fraudjagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-3961257292270774712010-12-16T02:10:00.000-08:002010-12-16T02:11:56.910-08:00A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN'S SHOWERBATHInnumerable beautiful things in nature to beholdMany delightful stories have been toldThe sun rays kissing a perennial riverThe buzzing bees sucking a lovely flower<br />The silver mist on the mountainThe waterfalls like a fountainThe pretty moon in the vast skyMigrating birds flying so high<br />A beautiful woman taking a shower bathA religious man walking on a holy pathThe melodious cuckoo singing a sonorous songA stern teacher correcting a student’s wrong<br />The driver’s relentlessly blowing the hornThe solitary reaper harvesting the yellow cornThe batsman’s hitting the ball to the coverWe are indebted to our life giver for everjagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-20609921258768923302010-12-16T02:04:00.000-08:002010-12-16T02:05:02.663-08:00The bridge between east and westThe sun rises in the east And sets in the westLord Krishna flourished in the eastAnd Jesus Christ blossomed in the west<br />Sanskrit is the purest language English is the most popular in the present ageValmiki was a great Indian sageThoreau’s each word is an adage<br />East is famous for spiritualityWest is known for material prosperitySpirituality without prosperity may be idealProsperity with spirituality is feasible<br />Colonization may be an evilEven the west was suffered by the devilI want to be a bridge between East and westBecause I can not say which is bestjagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-72159887817795389532010-09-25T06:47:00.000-07:002010-09-25T06:48:49.442-07:00THE POETIC GARDENPoets are plants<br />They make the world a garden<br />Every plant is unique<br />Every poet is a critic<br />Each plant has a different root<br />Every poet has a noble thought<br />A plant gives us a nice flower<br />A poet has a great word power<br />A plant gives us a delicious fruit<br />A poet’s words are as sweet<br />A flower will bloom<br />A poet relieves us our gloom<br />Plants add to nature’s beauty<br />A poet does his/her poetic duty<br />Plants need the sun to grow<br />Poets need wisdom to glow<br />Plants purify nature<br />Poets glorify its feature<br />Plants help us in many ways<br />Poets radiate their literary rays<br />Without plants there is no nature<br />Without poets there is no future<br />So I worship plants<br />And adore poetsjagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-20304664257065031742010-09-22T09:20:00.001-07:002010-09-22T09:21:49.102-07:00MAN WITHOUT HUMANITYA lion does not kill another lion<br />A tiger does not annihilate another tiger<br />But a man slaughters another man<br />For his own selfish reason<br /><br />A brother kills his own brother<br />The sin or crime he does not bother<br />Man is given wonderful brain<br />Most times it goes in vain<br /><br />Man assassinates man in the name of religion<br />Or for the mere difference of region<br />A woman burnt her own daughter<br />The illicit contact is the real matter<br /><br />Man is worse than a beast<br />He does anything for his own feast<br />Shywolf(a fellow poet) is rather depressed<br />Because man’s humanity is compressed<br /><br />Man should preserve his own race<br />He should never lose his grace<br />Let’s all pray for world peace<br />And not divide it piece by piecejagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-21499193063828665282010-09-16T09:24:00.001-07:002010-09-16T09:24:47.681-07:00I AM A BIG THIEFI am a big thief<br />And I live in Independent India<br />On the 64th independence day<br />I was beaten almost to death<br />By the police<br />Because I was hungry<br />And tried to steal<br />An apple from a fruit vendor’s<br /><br />On the same day<br />I saw the photograph<br />Of an officer<br />In all the leading news papers<br />He was given the best administrator’s<br />Award by the GOVERNMENT<br />He takes bribes everyday openly<br />I am a big thief and sinner<br />He is a great officer and award winnerjagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-4317750002875739522010-09-15T09:56:00.000-07:002010-09-15T09:57:40.190-07:00T AM A WHOREThe other day I was raided<br />And arrested<br />With my visitor<br />And sent to the prison<br />By the police<br />I am a whore<br />Today she was also raided<br />But she was interviewed live<br />By all the TV channels<br />She was a cine actress<br />She and I do the same thing<br />In the dark<br />She is getting popularized<br />I am being demoralized<br />I am a whore<br />She is an actressjagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-66120133282285085282010-09-15T09:52:00.000-07:002010-09-15T09:54:12.528-07:00WHO AM I?I am alone<br />But this universe is mine<br />I may not have a home<br />In the entire world I can roam<br />Most times I feel lonely<br />Sometimes I think the Globe is my family<br />I may be poor<br />But my heart is very pure<br />I may be blind<br />But I am very kind<br />I never think of my pain<br />But I always wish for others’ gain<br />I can see with my mind’s eye<br />My thoughts soar into the sky<br />I always live in imagination<br />And anticipate people’s emancipation<br />I am neither a man<br />Nor a woman<br />I am a universal human<br />I don’t belong to any region<br />Humanity is my religion<br />I am a huge tree<br />I am very free<br />I am a wonderful bird<br />And fly all over the word<br />I am as swift as fishes<br />And cross all the oceans<br />I am a different animal<br />I do not live in a kernel<br />Or even in a tunnel<br />I am a poem, a song, an art----<br />Who am I?<br />Yours lovingly<br />JVL NARASIMHA RAO<br />INDIAjagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-21399251996605889002010-09-13T05:38:00.000-07:002010-09-13T05:39:29.496-07:00POETS ARE BLESSEDPOETS ARE BLESSED <br /> <br />Poets are the most blessed<br />But their grievances are never redressed<br />They are creatures of great sensitivity<br />On the depressed and the oppressed they take pity<br /><br />They can foresee<br />What even the sun can not see<br />Their heart is made of butter<br />Even the richest are no better<br /><br />Poets may be emotional<br />And sometimes irrational<br />But their views are international<br />Their writings are sensational<br /><br />Some poets may be addicted to wine<br />But their poetry shines better than sunshine<br />Like birds they have wings<br />Sweeter are their sayings<br /><br />Poets have no death<br />They never leave this earth<br />They survive in the readers’ hearts<br />Poetry is one of the great arts<br /><br />The society honours the rich elite<br />And neglects the poet and the patriot<br />I pay my tribute to the unidentified poet<br />And salutes the unknown patriot<br /><br />Yours lovingly,<br />JVL NARASIMHA RAO<br />INDIAjagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-64935287079090339812010-09-11T20:44:00.000-07:002010-09-11T20:46:31.862-07:00A FAIRY'S SMILEA FAIRY’S SMILE<br /><br /> Seven days ago I went to my coconut farm<br />And saw a fairy in her beautiful form<br />She was like a real dame<br />I followed her without any shame<br /><br />I was bewitched by her teasing smile<br />And I set aside my reading file<br />I forgot my scholarship and wisdom for a while<br />And was fooled for her style<br /><br />She led me to her unknown land<br />I caught her tender hand<br />We lay on the soft sand<br />I thought she was a pure miss<br />And longed for her hot kiss<br />Our love game was very grand<br /><br />I thought As if I were in heaven<br />With her I spent days seven<br />The last day I had a bad dream<br />A demon shook my left arm<br /><br />I was in hospital bed<br />The doctor was testing my blood<br />My heart trembled like a swift flood<br />I paid the penalty for my fraud<br />I became very sad<br />Because I got the punishment from God<br /><br /><br /><br /> The poem can be published for free as long as the name of the author is included and is given credit for publication. You may use the link <a href="http://englishmonger.blogspot.com/">http://englishmonger.blogspot.com/</a>, if the poem is published online.<br />Yours lovingly,<br />JVL NARASIMHA RAO<br />INDIAjagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-51552224177253352332010-09-10T23:37:00.000-07:002010-09-10T23:45:15.977-07:00THE GOD OF HURDLES, VINAYAKATHE GOD OF HURDLES<br />Lord Vinayaka is called the god of hurdles<br />Unless we worship him he creates problems<br />Today the Hindus perform puja to him with devotion<br />Other wise we have to face a lot of commotion<br /><br />We wake up early in the morning<br />And purify our bodies with bathing<br />And wear new clothes and prepare delicious broths<br />On the wooden square frame we hang different fruits<br /><br />Vinayaka is fond of dishes made of white floor<br />We offer the dishes to him with religious flavor<br />Vinayaka is called the leader of gods<br />Many stories are told about his glories<br /><br />Vinayaka has a human body and an elephant’s head<br />He has a huge belly but a clever head<br />He is the son of Goddess Parvathi<br />We hope he blesses us with a lot of empathy<br /><br />This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.If the poem is published on line you may use the link <a href="http://englishmonger.blogspot.com/">http://englishmonger.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br />Yours lovingly,<br />JVL NARASIMHA RAO<br />INDIAjagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-90007946347232210562010-09-10T10:06:00.000-07:002010-09-10T10:08:32.647-07:00THE BLESSINGS OF WALKINGTHE BLESSINGS OF WALKING<br />Walking is the king of exercises<br />It suits different age groups<br />And is useful for both genders<br />Its results are unbelievable wonders<br /><br />Walk for five kilometers a day<br />And keeps the doctor away<br />You need not run like a race<br />But can walk at your own pace<br /><br />Walking relieves your hypertension<br />And keeps your heart in good condition<br />It is a must for a diabetic<br />And is possible for a paralytic<br /><br />It improves your vitality<br />And enhances your longevity<br />You can walk preferably in the morning<br />Or at least in the evening<br /><br />Walking removes your bad cholesterol<br />And saves the consumption of petrol<br />Why do you eat carcinogenic fast foods in a pub?<br />Why don’t you join in a walkers’ club<br /><br />This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit. If the poem is published on line, you may use the link<br />Yours lovingly,<br />JVL NARASIMHA RAO INDIAjagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-48381312139304501812010-09-09T08:32:00.000-07:002010-09-09T08:34:55.065-07:00THE UNCONQUERABLE HETHE UNCONQUERABLE HE<br />He is an enemy to mankind<br />We are all afraid of HIM<br />He follows us like our own shadow<br />And comes to us only once<br />But we dread him like a dunce<br />He welcomes us cordially<br />But we reject his invitation rudely<br />We can not escape from his iron clutches<br />He searches us even though we hide ourselves in ditches<br />Man is unable to conquer him<br />He is too strong for them<br />Who is He?<br />What does he look like?<br />No body has seen him<br />But every body has heard about him<br />We reach him in many ways<br />Accident-----<br />Disease------<br />Suicide------<br />Murder-----<br />Old age----<br />The result is the same<br />We inevitably embrace him<br />Like a bride hugs<br />A bride groom<br /><br /> The poem can be published for free as long as the name of the author is included and is given credit for publication. You may use the link <a href="http://englishmonger.blogspot.com/">http://englishmonger.blogspot.com/</a>, if the poem is published online.<br />Yours lovingly,<br />JVL NARASIMHA RAO<br />INDIAjagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-10204133317843349292010-09-08T08:41:00.000-07:002010-09-08T08:45:36.553-07:00HAPPY DAYSHAPPY DAYS<br />Gone are the happy days<br />When we were the boys<br />We would play different out door games<br />And call the girls by names<br /><br />We would climb a tree<br />And run with a spree<br />Pick the neighbors’ guavas<br />Swim in the canals or rivers<br /><br />We would watch movies only in the theatres<br />And visit friends during the holidays<br />Or spend our time with our relatives<br />Go to the farms and eat the raw fruits<br /><br />During the religious festivals<br />We would gather in the villages<br />Celebrate them with happiness<br />And delightful emotions<br /><br />These days boys stay only indoors<br />And play only video games<br />They are glued to the televisions<br />And do not know the significance of festivals<br />They watch movies in the home theaters<br />And watch the live cricket matches<br /><br />These boys don’t enjoy the beauty of their boyhood<br />And don’t care for their neighborhood<br />They don’t eat even the natural food<br />Their way of living is not at all good<br /><br />This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.<br />If the poem is published online you may use the link <a href="http://englishmonger.blogspot.com/">http://englishmonger.blogspot.com</a><br />Yours lovingly,<br />JVL NARASIMHA RAO<br />INDIAjagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-11145195681264204692010-09-07T05:40:00.000-07:002010-09-07T05:42:51.239-07:00OUR LIFE ON EARTHOUR LIFE ON EARTH<br />Our life on earth is a mystery<br />But we should find a page in history<br />We can not get it by becoming rich<br />Or crying at the top of our pitch<br /><br />We should do noble things<br />And follow the noble sayings<br />Read the holy books<br />And have benign looks<br /><br />We should help the poor<br />And go on a holy tour<br />Do something for our society<br />On the needy we should take pity<br /><br />We don’t know what happens after death<br />Nothing is permanent on earth<br />We should pray to God<br />And be free from any fraud<br /><br />Only God should be our Lord<br />He is undoubtedly our guard<br />We should not make any sin<br />God saves us like his own skin<br />This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.<br />If the poem is published online you may use the link<a href="http://englishmonger.blogspot.com/">http://englishmonger.blogspot.com/</a><br />Yours lovingly,<br />JVL NARASIMHA RAO<br />INDIAjagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-80625531813930063462010-09-04T19:00:00.000-07:002010-09-04T19:00:42.612-07:00Free Poems: THE TEACHERS’ DAY - By JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA<a href="http://freepoemsonline.blogspot.com/2010/09/teachers-day-by-jvl-narasimha-raoindia.html">Free Poems: THE </a><a href="http://englishmonger.blogspot.com/">http://englishmonger.blogspot.com/</a><a href="http://freepoemsonline.blogspot.com/2010/09/teachers-day-by-jvl-narasimha-raoindia.html">TEACHERS’ DAY - By JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA</a>jagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-7712264366372649572010-09-04T09:44:00.000-07:002010-09-04T09:46:37.279-07:00TEACHERS' DAYTEACHERS’ DAY<br /><br /><br />We celebrate 5th September as teachers’ day<br />Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan was born on this very day<br />He showed the Indian nation the right way<br />His debt how can we repay?<br /><br />He is a universal teacher<br />And a man of inimitable stature<br />Wisdom and simplicity are the hallmarks of his feature<br />Incomparable oration is his nature<br /><br />He rose to the nation’s highest post<br />And tried to build a bridge between east and west<br />His philosophical teachings are the best<br />And his knowledge of English is very vast<br /><br />He is Plato’s philosopher king<br />As President honour and dignity did he bring<br />He brought religion a new meaning<br />His glory and greatness I would like to sing<br /><br />Yours sincerely,<br />JVL NARASIMHA RAO<br />INDIAjagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-9927584063881405752010-09-02T23:00:00.000-07:002010-09-02T23:01:37.068-07:00I AM A HUGE TREEI AM A HUGE TREE<br /><br />I am a huge tree<br />And I am very free<br />My roots are in the Indian soil<br />But branched out in the west with great toil<br /><br />People say my roots are not seen<br />But my leaves are green<br />The trunk is very high<br />It is growing into the sky<br /><br />The roots may be bitter<br />The fruits may be sweeter<br />I know without roots<br />There are no fruits<br /><br />I grow up further<br />My roots are very stronger<br />I don’t know which tree I am<br />But I am very calm<br /><br />No tempest can shake me<br />In my grove the bee makes honey<br />If you want to name<br />Please do it for my fame<br />Yours sincerely,<br />JVL NARASIMHA RAO<br />INDIA<br />“ My poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit”<br />Yours sincerely<br />IVL NARASIMHA RAO<br />INDIAjagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-83935868038078494312010-09-02T09:17:00.000-07:002010-09-02T09:18:24.102-07:00THE TYPICAL INDIAN HOUSE WIFETHE TYPICAL INDIAN HOUSE WIFE<br /> Have you ever seen a Goddess?<br />I see her every day in my house<br />She is none other than my wife<br />She adds charm to my life<br />She wakes up early in the morning<br />And starts sweeping and cleaning<br />For the entire family she cooks food<br />She is never rude<br />She washes the floor<br />And always keeps indoor<br />She washes our clothes<br />And prepares delicious broths<br />She doesn’t have the time even for a nap<br />And protects the home like a cop<br />She sits on my left side<br />And worships the gods with pride<br />She made me an ideal father<br />And became a noble mother<br />My daughters and I are indebted to her<br />I regard her as a goddess for ever<br />Yours sincerely,<br />JVL NARASIMHA RAO<br />INDIA<br />My poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit<br />Yours sincerely,<br />JVL NARASIMHA RAOjagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-72629891802594200802010-08-29T08:02:00.000-07:002010-08-29T08:03:38.638-07:00A TRUE FRIENDA friend shares our joy<br />Our heart becomes as light as a toy<br />A true friend shares our grief<br />The suffering becomes very brief<br /><br />Tell me your friend, I will tell what you are<br />A friend should be a shining star<br />He will give us light<br />And makes our lives bright<br /><br />Why don’t you choose a nice friend?<br />Your boredom will soon end<br />Friendship is a beautiful flower<br />It is the gift of our life giver<br /><br />A friend should be our life’s cream<br />He/she should be a part of our team<br />Life is just like a game<br />Losing it sometimes is not a shame<br /><br />A friend relieves your gloom<br />He/she makes your life bloom<br />Our life is a beautiful dream<br />We should make it a running stream<br /><br />Yours sincerely,<br />JVL NARASIMHA RAO<br />INDIAjagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840049279365196286.post-1191026602691391342010-08-28T04:47:00.001-07:002010-08-28T04:47:51.213-07:00ENGLISH AND ENGLISH<br />English is the king of all the languages<br />It will stay for all ages<br />The English conquered the whole world<br />English has become our watch word<br />Its spelling is un- phonetic<br />Its grammar is idiotic<br />We should know its glorious history<br />How it became a global language is a mystery<br />The English are highly polite<br />Their manners are a real delight<br />Everybody should know English for their survival<br />It is responsible for their cultural revival<br />I love English for its beauty<br />Teaching English is my duty<br />English text is my holy kit<br />I will try my level best to teach it<br />The secret of my happiness is simple<br />The school is my temple<br />Let’s all teach English with a missionary zeal<br />The eternal bliss we will surely feel<br />Yours sincerely,<br />JVL NARASIMHA RAO<br />INDIAjagatha venkata lakshmi narasimha raohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803031386919317293noreply@blogger.com0