In Memory Of Geeta Atmaram Mam Poem by sreelekha premjit
In Memory Of Geeta Atmaram Mam
In memory of Geeta Atmaram Mam
(The Second Coming, always the first in memory)
Hush, silent
The voice is no more
The smile now unseen
The warmth receding
The voice
Booming, reverberating
The smile
Inviting, endearing
bright crimson mark
Burning
a memory
Nonpareil.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: teacher
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
about a professor of great worth-mrs. Gita Atmaram
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