Treasure Island

M.D DINESH NAIR

(9 -21 / Thrissur (Kerala) / Vijayawada (A.P) , India)

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.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Edited: Thursday, September 20, 2012

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  • Vivek Tiwari (1/24/2013 4:02:00 AM)

    how well!
    as i started reading from mthe first; lione i guessed with some surity that it might be your cute sdaughter and as ui concluded i got the fact right.
    GCHILD IS THE FATHER OF MAN as said WORDSWORTH.
    LOVED AND ENJOYED. (Report) Reply

  • Yoonoos Peerbocus (10/2/2012 9:05:00 AM)

    your innovative poetic distinction/in theme and format-is remarkable, among so many other qualities as poet reader.it's a pleasure to ruminate through your pen. (Report) Reply

  • Swetha Vanakayalapati (9/27/2012 10:49:00 AM)

    its astounding............superb write.............really kids teach a lot........world with them is like being in heaven of thought.........kudos to u! ! 10++++++++++++++++++++++++ (Report) Reply

  • Sanjay Mehta (9/21/2012 12:38:00 AM)

    Sir, the thoughts expressed are impeccable, more so as this is the need of the hour. We should learn from pure, crystal clear, unbiased minds. To me the relationship though symbiotic is more dependent on the receiver.
    'As she makes steps forward unto her tomorrows
    I shall cease to be her pupil.' and the last line
    'Oh! My dear daughter, let us stop for now'. remarkable sir, we can draw so many inferences here. (Report) Reply

  • Payal Parande (9/20/2012 12:13:00 PM)

    how thoughtful see i told you, you are a incredible teacher and we need teachers like you to make our self better to make this world better...so beautiful poem sir i am in awe
    thank you for sharing,
    love
    payal (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (9/19/2012 3:29:00 AM)

    A soothing wave of domesticity! Yes, from children, we learn many new lessons! But as time comes, the paths diverge and the teacher and the taught go in different directions, leaving a handful of memories to cherish! An enjoyable read! ! (Report) Reply

  • Thomas Hsi (9/19/2012 12:54:00 AM)

    Wonderful poem, so expertly composed. Typical of all your work. Thank you for sharing the lessons taught! (Report) Reply

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