In My School Poem by Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon
In My School
I had just turned five
When they put me in school.
My teacher Ayisha
Held my hand to guide me
Through the mesh
of alphabets and numbers.
Today
I was visited by her son.
Speaking with him
I felt her touch on my hand.
And her hand, on my head.
The first day in the school and the loving teachers are eternal experience
Such a special relation we create with our beloved teachers. Nice poem.
I concur with Rebecca's comment. You are indeed lucky to have a teacher like her. Beautifully crafted and brilliantly expressed write. Succinct yet it strikes right through the heart. s.
What a wonderful and deeply touching poem. The kindness and wisdom that a great teacher imparted to her students will always be remembered and treasured
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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3/21/2023 9:28:55 AM # 1.0.0.1112
Oh, such beautifully moving sentiments! .. You were lucky to have a teacher so kind! .. And beautifully heart moving images when visited by her son! .. God bless! .. And take care! .. Always! .. And Definite 5 Stars! ..+++++