An Ode to my Teacher

You were like a candle The one who consumed Herself just for me So that I could shine Even outside the school. You took the profession Which teaches all other professions So that one day you could say That the future of the world Is in my classroom. Now that you are going I will feel sad as Coming to school will Feel boring and blue Classrooms are now going to Have the dullest of hues Learning will not be the same Without a teacher like you. They say that experience is The best teacher but For me having you as my teacher Was the best experience Teachers like you Are hard to find And it’s impossible for me To say goodbye But as I bid you farewell I can’t help but cry.