When I joined the school it was June <br />I cried and cried that day till it was noon <br />But, who was that lady going round and round <br />Comforting kindly each one to calm down <br /> <br />I came to know that she was our teacher <br />Whom we should be afraid of, I was told later <br />To keep quiet, when in the middle did she chatter <br />Otherwise she would prove to be a harsh beater <br /> <br />But, the fact was that it never happened <br />She was strict, though never she frightened <br />She was punctual, though never she threatened <br />She was wonderful, though we realized at the end <br /> <br />She taught us alphabets, how to write <br />She taught us manners, how to be right <br />She taught us maths that made us bright <br />She taught us that never others we should slight <br /> <br />She used to say whether you become doctor or engineer <br />But she insisted that we should never lose our cheer <br />She emphasized that we should never give room to fear <br />Even when we would be in the middle of fire <br /> <br />We thank her for developing a learning skill <br />Which will guide us like a lantern life time full <br />We know that a lot remains to be done still <br />Her guidance will for sure help our sweet dreams fulfill <br /> <br />We all thank her immensely for the taste <br />She developed in us, quietly, without any haste <br />And this fire of learning desire will never go waste <br />And we will be out to achieve great things of chaste<br /><br />Bashyam Narayanan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-we-will-be-out-to-achieve-great-things-of-chaste/
