Revisiting Christmas Poem by Lingam ajji

One windy morning,
I woke up to a ring,
A voice from the other side spoke-
I'm apologetic to inform your teacher's demise.
World tremored, gently my heart broke.

The wheel turned backward,
Remembered, the last time was awkward,
I wasn't there when she lost her husband,
Nor at her son's wedding,
I regretted my absence, deprived her of a friend.

As a child when I cried, she'd feed me a muffin,
The last place I pictured her was in a coffin,
All that time I spent with her,
Discovering the cruelties and niceties of the world,
Failed to realize I was less of a student and more of a daughter.

Tables have turned, never got to say good bye,
For all she gave; I was rewarding her with a cry,
I weeped sorely under my sheet,
It was only a regular morning,
To which I woke up with a fleet.

Merrily yet again, Christmas seeps,
To see my teacher who waits for my greets,
I pack my bag like every year,
Hopeful of the happiness I'd see in her eyes,
Felt comforted, lost all fear.


P.S: For my beloved teacher.