𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓢𝓱𝓮

She was the Ash in her house.

Thrown into thrash,

Kept aside as umbrella.

But she is the Goddess to her students.

She treat them kindly,

Because they could apprehend her.

She loved her students.

She narrated them stories.

She narrated the incident occurred in her life.

She wrote her stories as short story. 

She encourages the students to write poems!!!

She is the most prestigious award to them.

She was accepted by the students,

But not in her house.

They never try to read her mindset.

The real she is kind and loving.

But they lack the skill to understand her.