The sweetest kid I ever beheld
Is a resident at Mustard Seeds,
He's always smiling, playing with Koel,
Or scraping the skin off his chubby knees.

The kid was born in October,
Though I saw him first in May,
Since then, he has blossomed wonderfully,
-- Growing bigger every day!

One day he was found on his belly,
The next, he turned on his back,
Then he smiled, and then he laughed,
Now he's walking around the race track!

He has round, pink cheeks
that get plumper when he smiles,
His deep brown eyes are shining stars,
He's a darling for whom you'd travel miles,
At Mustard Seeds his fans are not sparse

Pretty little Bapuji --
With joy you do abound,
We love you so when you're right here,
We'll miss you when you're not around!

- Sukhaloka Mukherjee, Age 12 Kolkata

I came to Vidyasagar Niketan all alone
But my group of friends has grown and grown
For when on the shelves I put some good books
The kind neighbours and children came for looks

Parents also felt very different
They sent with their kids all kinds of tiffin
This house was never lonely anymore
There was always someone knocking at the door

When there are people who care like the ones here do
You know that dark skies will always turn back to blue
I've learned so much, I've eaten great food
You certainly are the very best Bengali brood!

I won't say goodbye, because I'll certainly be back
Bringing more exciting ideas and books to put on the rack!
And please don't forget the age-old letter
Send them my way often - that will be better!