here i stand
facing these inquisitive faces
searching me top to bottom
giggling, sniggering, wobbling
a pair of twenty eyes
i look left and right
as if asking for help
but then i realise
i better help myself
suddenly a gentle man stood up
walked to me and then
peered closely at me
an intimate glance
the whole class giggled again
it then struck me what was to be done
i pushed the boy a liitle away
and then stared hard
at him below his belt
the boy blushed
looked down
did not mutter a sorry
but did go back to his place
as i heaved a sigh of relief.
down and then up
trying to avoid direct eyes
then i smiled and said
aren't we here together
you and i aren't we to help each other
allow me to be myself
i shall help you to find yourself.
this kind of things happen in a teacher's life occasionally, what do you call it harrassment or intimidation? whatever it is classrooms are the places which subscribe to the theory of the survival of the fittest... the teacher also has to survive, believe me i have been in your shoes many a time....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
enjoyed the poem...felt the teacher standing there facing that situation....