Teacher

By Samruddhi Vinod Ghumare

You're in your life as a teacher,

But you're down to earth, and kinda make our future

You love telling tales on Saturday,

And you like teaching apart from books every Monday

As you wish to be child's play,

Even today when you start fantasizing,

Your mind keeps Analyzing

But when I look at you, I remember your shoe

I notice the way you think about books with a smile or two

And how you can't disguise your brand new hue?

But you think it's a bridge that gives you the celestial view.

Why is it so hard for you to decide what you love more and what you will go through?

Bridge or...

Books?

You like to use words such as 'splendid,'

Because your dream is gone and you don't want to be offended as now it’s blended.

Once in a while, you bluff and get tough.

Even you shut up,

Your spirit says that all is enough.

But I look at you and I know your blues

I see how you think about outdated books,

And how you can't disguise revenue

But you think it's Cambridge making your avenue

Why is it so hard for you to decide what you love and what you will go through?

Bridge or...

Books?

You like to hang out with Hailey

You like to kick back with Jenny

But when you weren't getting any

Your penny helped many

And now you flawlessly regret thou

As I look at you, I know your pretty face

And it's full of grace

And far from the weirdest place

But you made us the greatest Jackman of race.

It has become difficult for some to trust this commonplace,

They made the course and won accolades.

You're not fond of bad grades,

But that doesn't mean you hate our good shades

As the dawn fades

In your silent glades

I'm in your debt,

With all my A's.

I'm still fond of braids and old band-aids,

As I pass grenade to new arcade

Bridge or...

Books?

I dunno, but I got the top gift from your book in the form of go, grow, blow and show and to remain low

By Samruddhi Vinod Ghumare