From a teacher
She came to me with dreams in eyes A promise she held so as to surmise Her presence in class had her to cause Memory and matter in sweet applause. She carried herself ; Time’s sweet chance In open breath when seen askance Talked she well, with friends so few or compete with them In programmes anew. The love she bore to studies and aught Fared her well, laurels she brought Topped in class, she taxed her brain Time she spent, in revision refrain. She gathered herself more often than not In the midst of crowds Practicals’ brought Even she starred when ‘tests’ were due Her mind in place confidence imbued. She presents to me a picture of time When love’s sweet bells in memories’ chime She owes to me ‘a lot’ she says If I am the Sun, she is my rays