Teacher

Beyond a doubt,

She guides me like a star,

Through the very ancient age,

The crew could find the right direction of the path.

In the day of my loneliness when there is no light or hope to weave a bright future with me,

She is the only woman who sparkles,

A light of hope in me, a broken soul,

As I am, summons the Goddess, to plant a green hope of weaving a splendid future.

At that time, my mom, my first teacher,

Only she spoke of reading, weaving total concentration on it.

How she stood beside me as my strong solace when I was sitting for the exam,

When online exams, due to the coronavirus,

That once expanded for threatening life, were declared by the board.

I was scared, being tensed, how could

I manage my online exam through my computer.

But she did not eat herself from the morning,

She stood beside me, inspiring me, telling me, "You are my brave daughter; you can do everything

Because you are my charming, brave, strong girl with full confidence."

Then a magical strength of mind, like a flash of light, came in me. I managed to complete all my questions on paper within 15 minutes.

The love she has for me, hidden in her heart, is as sacred as the river Ganges. No malice is alleged, and no man in this world can love as a mother loves her children. No conditions are mixed in her love, neither selfishness nor needs are found in her.

She is the heart, the best teacher in the world, where I see the shining sun in winter, the glowing sunlight in charming wind, the solace of heavy rainfall in the rainy season, and a mellow fruitful day in Autumn.