Tribute to a teacher
Tribute to a teacher
Her hair is tinged with grey
Like the outlines of a rainy cloud.
Deep frowns have formed on her face.
Her voice is but a drone
Because of merciless destiny.
It seems impossible that she was young
And bustling with child-like humour,
And moulding our dull heads.
So patient and so nice,
So gentle & selfless ,
That she could surpass Gandhiji.
I wish I could carve statues
And immortalize kindness.
But stone blocks serve no purpose.
So I will just preserve her image in my mind,
Until God permits me to.