My English Teacher

Bablu(myself), Bably, Vicky, Banty-

All of us are equally naughty,

All are witty and very sharp,

Our sayings and doings have no gap,

Bablu's father being a doctor,

Bably's brother is an engineer

Vicky's mother is an artist,

Banty's father is a dentist,

Bablu and Bably loved fighting,

And often deserved teachers' scolding

Vicky and Banty were always after food;

It conditioned their mindset and mood,

Their old teacher Abdul,

Was a great terror in school;

He taught them English

And insisted on endless writing practice,

Which the children found annoying,

Called Abdul's teaching bad and boring;

His severity was liked by none,

His was a nature fully inborn;

No student had ever seen him smile,

So he was an incarnation of wile.

It was strange once he praised me:

'All boys and girls look at Bubly's essay,

She will be surely famous one day.'

These unexpected words of praise

Helped me to build my special image

As a creative child writer

And each of three friends 

Is now my staunch follower;

Nobody wants 

To be a doctor or an engineer.