My Beloved Teacher

Wed, 24 Mar 2021 15:25:54 +0000

Immaculate in his Attire, he is clean like a whistleAlways smiling and his eyes got a twinkleRam, Rahim or Robert, we were all the sameHe often said, what's there in a nameBe it Rain or shine, He was always thereYou just come and learn to your heart's desireHe taught me English, Math and PoetryI met Keats, Shelly and Frost amidst GeometryHe would enact many a scenes from ShakespeareStunned and awed would be the atmosphereUnder his tutelage many of us grew to great heightsWith him always standing there, school in his sightsWhen I heard about his sad demise this FallI thought, it was the "most unkindest cut of all". ... "Teacher" the Eternal Mentor