The poem I like.
Abraham Lincoln’s letter to his son’s Head Master(contd)
In school teach him, it is far more honorable to fail than to cheat.
Teach him to have faith in his own ideas, even if every one tells him
they are wrong. Teach him to be gentle with gentle people and tough
with the tough. Try to give my son, the strength not to follow the crowd,
when everyone is getting on the bandwagon.
Teach him to listen to all men but teach him also to filter all he hears,
on a screen of truth and take only the good that comes through.
Teach him if you can, how to laugh when he is sad.
Teach him there is no shame in tears. Teach him to scoff at cynics
and to beware of too much sweetness.
Teach him to sell his brawn and brain to the highest bidders;
but never to put a price tag on his heart and soul.
Teach him to close his ears to a howling mob…
and to stand and fight if he thinks he ‘s right.
Treat him gently; but do not cuddle him because
only the test of fire makes fine steel.
Let him to have the courage to be impatient,
let him have the patience to be brave. Teach him always
to have sublime faith in himself because then he will
always have sublime faith in mankind.
This is a big order; but see what you can do.
He is such a fine fellow, my son…….
Diary:Oh, Lord! to get promoted in your school is very difficult;
Here, we have to appear for your test at first;
Whatever may be the result, will be published next;
Failure may make some people mentally sick; some become violent;
Suicide, a disappointed person may commit; or he may turn to be a saint;
Some may suffer the destiny’s painful beat, with or without any complaint;
Promotion only a few can get in your hard-core test;
Really lucky is s/he who comes back to Your abode with peace at heart.