Same smiling face of his <br />Same eyes falling on me <br />Of twenty years gone days <br />Panorama displayed before me. <br />I couldn't believe my eyes <br />Nor my mind could utter' Yes' <br />My teacher I found in one Daily <br />Under bold word 'Obituary' <br />Impounded within a square box. <br /> <br />I found my teacher seeing me <br />Teaching me..... <br />Advising me...... <br />Narrating me the fallen fate <br />And being pasted. <br /> <br />Unnerved I was; <br /> <br />The Envelope carrying parcel gift <br />Bearing his address from within my bag <br />Pinched me... <br />For I was in the counter <br />Posting thro' courier <br />A souvenir for his deeds <br />For coining me of the day <br />Wishing Him 'Long-Live' <br />For the next Day was <br />The Day to remember- salute his stature; <br />The teacher's day... <br />The 5th.September.<br /><br />RUP POKHAREL<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-teacher-20/
