TO MY TEACHER

 

                                                           THE LADY ON THE PHONE....

 

When I went to my buddy

To do English as a combine study

A lady entered the room

Who was in well groom

But she was in phone constant

Not to stop for an instant.

 

My studies had gone

My curiosity was on

To know the lady on the phone.

 

After a while , the phone was kept

My curiosity slept,

The lady on the phone

Was the very well known

But not to me

That was Annie.

 

Oh my god, how can I dare

To say the name without care,

Cause every time I met

She had features of new set.

 

 

The first avatar was

She , the mother

Of 2 brothers

Who were to confuse

Cause none couldn’t choose

The better naughty twin

To whom it was hard to win.

 

I admired her cuteness

But more the voice sweetness

Which was on a teachers’ day

The next day, after her birthday.

 

Never in my wildest dreams,

Nor in my excited screams,

Thought her to be my tutor

As well as my mentor.

 

Her entry in the class

Was with a glass,

With lots fun & learn

To have our minds churn

Without a pain

But with unlimited gain.

 

 

 

But one day she stopped coming

Her sweet voice not humming,

The mystery was on

She was gone.

Later on my cheek drenched tears

With heart aching  fears.

 

The wonder woman reappeared

Who was repaired,

As my new board teacher

For 21 weird creature.

 

She is  a genius brain

With creativity in every grain

Who let us lose strain

And go off migraine.

 

Not only she is a friend

But a shadow at any end.

A courageous motivator

But a genuine supporter.

 

The signature that every teacher has

Is in every class

That is “ABSOULETY”

Which dials in my mind musically.

 

The best part is the actor

In her, which is  the amazing factor.

That makes everyone  wonder

Yet, to ponder......