The Lesson Of Life Poem by The fallen leaves of Mira

I got a teacher
A wicked one
He barely had any feelings
Even ice would melt
But this guy was really stone hearted
Difficult to say if he was human
Strange guy
Very strange indeed
He would teach me the lesson of life
And I would be very close to him
As classes went on, I would feel he was my own
My very own
A part of me
My better half
Then one day, the syllabus was over
I felt confused and sad
Sad because I would no longer see my teacher
I was used to him
His voice, his touch
His smile, his small eyes
His unique style
Cry not he told me
U got to accept it all

As time passed by
I started seeing things clearly
I said to myself…
This guy gonna be my all time favorite teacher
He taught me the lesson of life as no one else would ….
My wicked heart teacher…..