Mfd.

Old teachers came walking past
Flooding mah mind with memories old,
A pat on the back, expression aghast,
At how fast I had grown.

They remebered the tomboy,
And huge eyes that flooded everytime
Somebody punched her nose.
Said I , embarrased, "Ma'am, but that was ages ago!!".

She cried for candy,
And for mummy
Sometimes for Daddy too.
"But sweet was she,
For, she was taught by me!! ;)".

She danced on Christmas
And Diwali too.
But no Rakhies for her,
For no brother had she.

Then came a time when her tooth broke.
Red stained her pink cheeks, she looked absurd;
Said she, "I is brave"
And still, paused to cry after every word!!

Then they saw her go
An unfinished product, one would say,
But of one thing, they were sure,
They'd taught her to find her own way.

Years later they met her
Chattering about.
One dear li'l lady said,
"That girl, do u see?
I'd marked her Mfd."

I just tried my hand at poetry, I know its dumb, but still, atleast my first attempt at writing some 'serious poetry' is related to teachers!

To conclude,

Somebody once said,
"A good teacher is like a candle - it consumes itself to light the way for others. "

ciao!

jan