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  Sep 2020 The Young Poet
Yashashvi
teachers come and go
but very so often one comes along
that you'll always remember
one who makes learning an adventure
the kind who can make you the best
someone you can relay on
who really cares ; what happens to you
not just as a student but has child
who could give out love in all directions
so that you don't faint when you're homesick
inspire you and shape the best version of you
teach you the words that heals wounds
today I'm here because of you
it's you who made me believe that I can alone make it sense
that is you, taught me to smile in hardships
thank you for your presence
god must be grateful for creating you
and I feel the luckiest to be your student
you have me and I need you as guide ;
no matter what I have you at loss of words
you're the polestar for the child who lost his way
and I know this polestar takes him in right direction
(ma'am forgive me if I have any grammatical mistakes ;
this child is not perfect yet
the only one that understood me in school
Accio mr fanboy and look straight in my eyes
Wait for a bit as I stupefy your heart
Though I can see your fist, about to fly
And touch this face as your bid of goodbye.
  Sep 2020 The Young Poet
Anoushka Jain
Dobby's ideas,

Are more of a glitch.

Flesh memories,

Buried in a snitch.

Life is tough,

And such a heavy fight.

When dark times encircle you,

Remember to Turn on the light.

Weasley twins are strong,

More like human beaters

The world is not divided

Into good people and death eaters.

For in dreams,

We enter a world entirely our own.

Turn to page number

Three hundred and ninety four.

Dumbledore smiled,

Everyone has bad days.

Snape replied,

Always.

The people we love,

Leave us never.

The stories we love best,

Do live in us forever.

Cause the books we truly love,

Right back, they love us.

Draco, Dormiens,

Nunquam, Tittilandus.
For all my fellow Potterheads!
I got this weird feeling about you, as if I knew
that one day you would be my boo

I chase other boys
to fill up the void
the empty space you left
as you began to ignore my text

I still crave you
do you want me too?

emotion against brain cell
is this heaven or hell?

feels like I’m stuck in between
I can’t escape what could have been

so I will just wait for you
maybe one day you’ill have it too
this weird feeling about me being your boo

- gio, 10.04.2020
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