An Ode to My Teacher, With Love

Sometimes, on a school day, just like any other,

In the threshold, clad in sari, would stand a figure, next to mother;

As she'd walk into the classroom, her enchanting pace and countenance,

Would make us all jump up in greeting, and wrap us in silence.

This way she'd walk in, every day, tall and bold,

In the minutes that follow, it's beyond words, how, us kids, she'd mould;

Although there wasn't a trace of mischief we could spare,

Her teachings of gold, were ever etched to our minds, those jewels priceless and rare.

Her eyes sparkling wise, she'd teach us what's wrong or right,

And we imbibed, ever so more, from that brilliant light.

On this teacher's day, I lovingly pen her an ode,

Thank you teacher, you're to me, wisdom's abode!

Beloved, you shall be forever, for all the care and affection,

You'd showered upon us, as you planted morals, with the least ostentation.

O Guru, O enlightener, you dispelled not only darkness,

But also my fear of darkness, giving me the courage, blessing my prowess.