First English Teacher Of Mine
Clad in long white pants
Folded ‘n Tucked up at ankle
Seated on mate's cycle bar
Arrived he, at our village school
The first ever English Teacher
Every eye alike, turned un-blinked
Observing his alien walk
In astonishment, entire school
In high volume, shouted
Ayubovan (Welcome) , in harmony!
To the entire school
Opening his first voice, said
'It is good for all to learn
Her Majesty's tongue
From Great Britain.' Wow!
What a great thing, we thought
On the chalk board he drew
Some strange letters and
Pointing at each with a stick, read
Asking us to follow
A....., B......, C.... and so on
He went on in solo, and we followed
like in chorus, clattering roof tiles
After several repeats, he softly said
'By heart these and come tomorrow'
Next day, called us one by one
And asked to read all letters
Some did, but I couldn't
For, none at home could help me
Which, I admitted to our revered Sir
Twisting my earlobe he asked
'Am I to come to your house,
To Teach English, you fool? '
Yet, being most venerated teacher
I salute you Sir, even many decades hence
With utmost, deep hearted respect!
Monday, February 23, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: teacher