Disturb Not Her Online Class Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

I rang up my goddess to have a talk
of heart to heart to clear some lingering doubt.
Declining my call, she was in a busy walk
beside a bus as if in a boxing bout.

Oh, God! In her left hand she had her cell
and her right hand up and down, left and right
waved, and her voice was shrill and loud of a bell.
"O, online class she takes using all her might! ".

The bus echoed her voice with a rattle.
"By online if she interacts with the bus
In offline how she'll fight a battle,
In teaching and coaching and make a fuss? "

Look down not to evade my glance of avalanche!
To see you face to face, these days, I get a rare chance!