Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): The Waiting Badam Tree
Output (English): in the lonely class room sit on this empty back bench i look through the window and see a rainbow spread against the vastness of the sky the cloud burst memory pour in first day i walk into the school with a quiver mind someone hold my hand and lead me to the class room- the first touch of everlasting friendship from then onwards it be weave the invisible thread of connectedness someone open the door of knowledge alphabet be learn book be read chart be make dream be give wonderful colour learning become a never end process atom be split frog dissect chemical react sum be add subtract divide and multiply a ten thousand we saw in a glancea of those daffodil through the atlas the whole world become closer through binoculars the moon star and sun become near century be excavate revolution douse suddenly the whole world look enchant and vary beyond all this another life evolve the friendship thicken life brighten the homework be to be do together lunch to be share i get hurt when you be punish film look well when class be bunk a glass of sherbath a bar of ice cream be always mean for both those stroll through the bylanes of the adjacent school those quick glance eager response & x85 those book we read hide below the desk the eagerness to enact those titillate story & x85 teacher who love teacher who scar teacher who stand like beacon for year to come the speed in which the ball be bowl those special kick which shake the net below the badam tree there be always shade on the step of the church there be always peace we quarrel hat and love each other we live our life without any planning on the last day you sing a life be all about parting and paina a the wave come to wash the shore we write a never will we part waysa we never think still it happen somewhere on the way our path be shorten the exam be over result declare we can take future step to future we be tell little do we know that life have different plan like those rain drop which fell on the floor we roll into different direction today sit on this lonely back bench i look through the window the old badam tree spread like a grandfather wait for his child to return the wave roll on to the shore whisper sweet nothing the fleet of stair on the church be ready to accommodate everyone who come back then i saw you walk through the gate then another an other and an other all be carry school bag full of memory suddenly the bell rang and we run to the class the room be no more lonely the bench be not empty let u take turn to open and share what we bring and recover those day and decade which we lose