M.D Dinesh Nair

Freshman - 1,505 Points (Thrissur/Vijayawada)

A LITTLE TEACHER


At times a little teacher stands before me
With a smiling face.
And her sweet mouth speaks
Things I have never heard.

A cute girl of early teens,
A teacher of principles self imposed.
In her class I am the lone pupil
And she teaches me ever.

The chambers of my recollections past
Cry for a change perhaps,
My old teachers fade into oblivion
As my new teacher waits to steal in.

My learning is her choice
Though the subjects taught are none new.
No notes, no admonishing and no comparisons!
I begin to learn the mind of a growing child.

There arises only one question-
How long will she teach like this?
As she makes steps forward unto her tomorrows
I shall cease to be her pupil.

My steps are made as well
As the tomorrows won`t leave me alone.
Somewhere I may stand stranded with feeble feet
And the gale of ailments may begin to cross my frame.

Then I shall remember the lessons taught by you
My little teacher, my philosopher once
And I shall hold on to your kind love and care
Oh! My dear daughter, let us stop for now.

First submitted: Wednesday, September 19,201

Submitted: Sunday, June 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013

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  • Rookie - 421 Points Shahzia Batool (4/23/2014 12:23:00 AM)

    oh ok, i got it now...nice li'l poem...about a little teacher!
    i received your comments on my urdu poem, i'm glad because urdu readership is very rare, thanks so much for that! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,283 Points Ken E Hall (2/15/2014 11:22:00 PM)

    Fine original tale yes the young ones of today are a fine example in learning the laptop a huge tool for knowledge...lovely read...regards (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 9,657 Points Roseann Shawiak (1/22/2014 12:46:00 AM)

    Wonderfully true to life poem! Excellent poem! While reading it images of my Granddaughters
    came to mind, I could see them teaching me through their years. You are correct about them
    being teacher and philosopher. Out of the mouths of babes sometimes Wisdom whispers.
    Thank you for sharing this heart-felt poem. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 149 Points Queeny Gona (10/17/2013 5:10:00 AM)

    Children learn by immitation and in India it is so true that immitating teachers is also a part of their regularly played games at home!

    I was reminded of my childhood: how I irritated my papa with my teachings every day until I learned to know its pain! Awesome read Sir! (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 9,129 Points Heather Wilkins (6/30/2013 2:24:00 PM)

    beautiful write on a little teacher my daughter. sometimes the children are excellent teachers. (Report) Reply

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