An Ode To My Teacher

By Bavatharani S

The first day in my class when I entered the door,

Those hands snuggled me when I was sobbing and rubbing my eyes with sore.

That was you, who was there.

When I was lisping to pronounce the word `whereas’

Those lips taught me with a cool caress.

That was you, who was there.

When I was an introvert fellow,

Those eyes depicted to be an extrovert and say hello!

That was you, who was there.

When I become listless and weary in the school,

There were motivating words to say how to rule.

That was you, who was there.

When people make mockery of me,

There was a lopsided smile which says me to stay always in glee.

That was you, who was there.

When my surroundings curse me I`m incorrigible,

There was a heart to say I`m eligible.

That was you, who was there

When I have reached my zenith,

There is a guideline beneath.

The soul who has moulded this is you,

And the souls who have been moulded come to the world of new!

By Bavatharani S