Story is over... Brinjal is grown
Long long ago,
Once upon a time,
There was a beautiful village,
There was a beautiful school in that village,
There was a beautiful teacher in that school,
She... She... She....
She is now retired...
She is now old and
her hairs are grey;
Story is over... Brinjal is grown,
All of you go back to work.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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