When he died, I felt no pain, <br />I am sorry. <br />When he died, I did not weep, <br />I am sorry. <br />Anywhere in my heart at any point of a second, <br />Our Mathematics teacher was a terror, you don`t know. <br />He was an odd man of wrong proportions <br />And he was to redefine Mathematics perhaps! <br />When he was born no comets were seen. <br />Still he wielded the wand of power, a big rod <br />And tortured the young skins, I remember still. <br />He was like a Briton on the Indian land! <br />Mathematics was like a running stream in the class next. <br />And there our equals had a great Master with wits. <br />They enjoyed the lines, the triangles and the numbers. <br />A few little lambs and their merciful shepherd. <br />We were literally like circus animals <br />And we cried 'saar..' as he 'taught' Mathematics. <br />Even the gentle girl who scored well grudged him. <br />We were the Jews and he Hitler the second! <br />I don`t know much of Mathematics <br />I kept my head down when I heard about his death. <br />A strange fear was beginning to grip me <br />Will he wait for us with his rod in the other world too? <br />If there is a world after death, <br />Will he come there too and punish us? <br />Will there be our teacher waiting for us? <br />'God, thou art to decide'. <br /> <br />But someone whispers today in to my ears <br />That he will be waiting to hug us there... <br />A strange wish remains to be fulfilled- <br />We should love him somewhere once. <br />When he died, I felt no pain, <br />I am sorry. <br />When he died, I did not weep, <br />I am sorry.<br /><br />M.D Dinesh Nair<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-my-mathematics-teacher-died-3/
