When he died, I felt no pain <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 /> <br />When he was born no comets were seen. <br />Still he weilded 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 /> <br />Mathematics was like a running stream in the section next. <br />And there our equals had a great Master with wits. <br />They enjoyed the lines, the triangles and the numbers. <br />They were little lambs and he the shepherd resurrected. <br /> <br />We were literaly like circus animals <br />Under him we were covering ever. <br />Even the gentle girl who scored well grudged him. <br />We were the Jews and he Hitler the second. <br /> <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 /> <br />But someone whispered in to my ears <br />That he would be waiting to hug us there... <br />A strange wish remains to be fulfilled- <br />I should love him somewhere once.<br /><br />M.D DINESH NAIR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-my-mathematics-teacher-died/
