Sweet My Child

You are the cause of my present world..

You are the thrust that keeps me hold..

I remember the moment ..

You had a twinkle in your eyes

While showing your first made Clay's...

You asked me to colour it blue

As you could not hold the chalk and glue

Your fingers were so little

That your touch had given me a tickle..

The clay elephant as you say

Had its dip in colour filled tray..

The joy that made you kiss on my cheeks

Was so warm and feathery of all my peaks

It was the beginning of my real teaching

With tons of heartfelt love and caring.

Not mere drill but hands-on experience

Was the lesson that I learnt as an essence

Went through many ups and downs

Framed my career in gold and browns

Moulded thousands of pupils with all such ease..

But O my sweet child..!

It's you that made me feel nuts and cheese

( For Kesava, my first student who was just 3 years old and gave me the first-ever gift in my teaching career...A true inspiration for all what I am today as a teacher..)