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WHEN I WAS LITTLE,
AND WOULD COME BASHING IN THE HOUSE DECLARING
“I’M NOT GOING TO SCHOOL ANYMORE”
MY MOTHER WOULD REPEAT THIS THING AGAIN AND AGAIN
“THOSE WHO LOVE US , SCOLD US”
I WAS LIKE SERIOUSLY MA, WHAT KIND OF LOVE IS THAT
“GIVE IT TIME” , SHE REPLIED
SO I GAVE IT 17 YEARS OF MY LIFE
AND NOW PRESENTLY
EVERY PULL UP YOUR SOCKS , BEFORE EXAMS
EVERY MAINTAIN THE DISCIPLINE
EVERY FIRST LISTEN THAN WRITE
EVERY DON’T SHOW ME YOUR TEETH, YELLOW TEETH
MADE ME UNDERSTAND WHAT LEARNING FEELS LIKE
I STILL REMEMBER WHEN ONCE THE TEACHER ASKED THE CLASS
“RECITE THE TABLE OF 15”
AND THAT LITLLE ME, FULL OF ENERGY , CHANTED WITH OTHERS
PICK ME MA’AM , PICK ME MA’AM , PICK ME MUMMA
AND HER MOUTH STRECTHED INTO A SMILE
AND ANOTHER TIME WHEN THE WHOLE CLASS WAS SINGING , LAUGHING AND DANCING IN THAT EXTRA FIVE MINUTES
AND OUR TEACHER WALKING THROUGH THE DOOR
WITH LAUGHTER BEHIND HER EYELIDS
AND AN EXPRESSION FULL OF ANGER
SHOUTED , “IS THIS A FISH MARKET”
SHE PROBABLY JOKED ABOUT IT IN THE STAFFROOM
JUST AN ASSUMPTION THOUGH.
I’VE GROWN TO THINK THAT ALL OF US ARE PROTAGONIST IN OUR OWN BOOKS
FILLING EACH PAGE WITH KNOWLEDGE, EXPERIENCE AND ADVENTURE.
BUT THERE’S A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A TEACHER’S BOOK AND A STUDENT’S BOOK
OUR CHAPTERS FILLED WITH STORIES TO TELL ABOUT
THE FIRST TIME SHE TOOK ONE OF US TO THE PRINCIPAL OFFICE,
THE WAY SHE GOT EMOTIONAL IN THAT HINDI CHAPTER
AND BEHAVED MORE LIKE A CHILD THAN WE WERE,
HERS OR HIS STORIES FILLED WITH SQUEALS OF LAUGHTER AND PIN-DROP SILENCES
OF 40 YOUNG BOILING CAULDRON OF ”I WANNA DO SOMETHING”.
FOR AGES THEY TAUGHT 100’S AND 100’S OF CHILDREN
IMPACTING EACH LIFE ON THE WAY
PLAYING A ROLE OF A MENTOR, COACH , CRITIQUE AND CAPTAIN
KNOWING US AS AN INDIVIDUAL , NOT JUST BY NAME OR BY CHARACTER
BUT MORE BY THE SCHOLAR , THE ARTIST, THE SCIENTIST , THE FUNNY ONE , THE SPORTSMAN AND THE SHY ONE AT THE BACK OF THE CLASS
WANTING ALL OF US TO DO GOOD AND BE WELL
BUT DISSIMILARITY ARISES BETWEEN DOING GOOD AND BEING WELL
AND WHEN WE ARE OUT THERE WITHOUT A TINCH OF GUIDANCE
BUT OUR VALUES AND EDUCATION
WE WILL WALK THROUGH LIFE , REMEMBERING YOU ALL
OUR HEAD HELD UP HIGH , COMBINIG THE TWO.
AND FINALLY THIS POEM RIGHT HERE ENDS WITH 3 FINAL THANKYOU’S
FIRST , TO LET MY TINY HANDS GRAB ON TO YOUR FOREFINGER AND AT THAT VERY MOMENT ,THAT VERY MOMENT YOU BECAME MY ANOTHER MOTHER THROUGH THE WALK IN THAT CORRIDOR.
SECOND, FOR PUNISHING ME, LETTING ME RUN WILD , ASKING ME QUESTIONS I WAS TRYING TO DODGE , ANSWERING MY SILLY QUESTIONS , HELPING ME WHEN I WAS STUCK AND ALWAYS , ALWAYS KEEPING AN EYE ON ME.
AT LAST , IT’S TIME TO LET GO , I’M STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU , EXPRESSING MY GRATITUDE FOR MAKING ME THIS THAT I COULDN’T DECIDED A WORD FOR AND FOR THIS I’M ETERNALLY GRATEFUL.
how someone broke my trust and this incident gave me a lot of strength.....
1035 Launches
Part of the Poetry collection
Published on November 19, 2016
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