Two Teachers Poem by santhana louis

TWO TEACHERS
When I was in
Viii th standard
slim, young, tall girl
was our class teacher

assigning a lengthy comprehension
to the students as exercise,
she would delve with passion, into
personal letters kept in the drawer.

may be her sweet-heart
from a distant centre;
hiding her sweating bodylines and visible distraction
she would pretend to be model disciplinarian

as an immature lot, we only watch
and forget much sooner, without
attributing any importance to the
blushful teacher's mission so hidden

her hero once turned up at class time
a rustic outfit, not a match for our teacher
teacher went absent, the news leaked a week later
that both got married & seen together in a theatre

after a month, a new teacher arrived
of sufficient age, black, stiff and short-tempered
with the biased bent of mind on the students of viii std.,
as if we colluded with or aided the affairs of the slim teacher

I got admitted into a high school, at the fall of the year
and re-visited my school, after a lapse of 15 years
our black teacher is now the ‘strict head- mistress'
having struck by a disastrous love,
had chosen to be a ‘vexed-spinster'.

Moral: as common in any school, the final result;
one is ‘successful' and another has ‘failed'

Louis Santhana