MA'AM

Last I met you, 

Was twenty five years back, 

Was month of November, 

I was the bride, and you blessed me, 

That touch I can sense still, 

Back in the degree classes, 

You were so strict and stern, 

Hardly could people speak out of turn, 

I was so scared would not dare to speak

And humanities... not my cup of tea

But you picked me out

And I was in your den

Trembling and shivering waiting for ten

But you comforted me

Praised me for my handwriting

Motivated that I had the spark

Only I had to ignite

Class hooted n sang songs

As I was out of den

Forgot to smile or jump... 

Jealous eyes.. as I was 

The star of her eyes

Taught me how to write the answers

Clock in front.... 

And eyes on the script

Lifted when 32 pages 

We're done in an hour

Smilingly she handed

The extra sheet

For her, training was a success

And I was glorified

That was the success saga, 

My teacher... Ohh my teacher

A gold medal adorns my living room

Reminds me the motivation and you

Ms Naidu, I'm indebted forever

Now I m a teacher

Trying to motivate souls

But not as good as you

Not as disciplined as you

Not as organised as you... 

But giving my 100 percent

Such a beautiful soul

A wonderful human being

Ohh.. My Teacher

You simply rock!!!