I Love You Strangers ( A Tribute To My Tiny Teachers)

My classroom now is my laptop screen

With small heads peeping at me

With ever-widening curiosity

And utmost sincerity

Sometimes silent

Sometimes complaining

" Ma'am, your voice inaudible,

Ma'am, blackboard not visible,

Ma'am, what's that word written next to 'the'?"

The same question asked one after another,

Or together

Like packs of jackals

And I try to answer as loud as I can,

Feel desperate

For my inability to reach you,

To make you disciplined

I scream

" Mute your mike, 

Please in the chatbox do post your doubts!

Please don't shout!

Please listen to me first," 

But in vain.

Feel disheartened

As if crying in the wilderness

My treasure being blown away

In a storm to some land unknown.

And when your response is correct 

I feel highly delighted

As if a devotee

Whose prayer is listened by the Almighty,

I wish to pat on your back,

Stoke your head with affection

As a mark of appreciation

But alas! No avail.

Still, I love you strangers

As I love the Supreme Power

Invisible, impalpable yet omnipresent

For I know you listen to me with much patience,

Struggle hard to comprehend my every word and sentence,

I know, you too wait every morning this stranger

With much hope to build your future,

Let's bear one another

Till the demon of fear disappears forever

And we will meet again

In a bright morn

In a school full of endless laughter and fun

Learning through hand, head, and heart together

With much zeal and boundless pleasure.