~ REFECTION ON WHITE BOARD~

I saw myself so clearly
In the road water surface
The view of a young patient
Never had the face looked so pale,
The image of a wrong doer!
Throughout the life
I did tolerate no indiscipline
I’m an English Medium School Teacher
I explain Homer & Shakespeare in there
The White Board I use to write on –
There’s a fellow in the grey reflection
Staring at me blank eyed every day
The black marker I keep in my pocket…
The Shadow I love to see on my way
Long or Short as I am…
But no one could ever understand
(my students are student and not teacher yet!)
The wishful sinner in me, me Lord,
The hidden devil in me, me Lord…
I know not how, how far
I would escape from me, me Lord!
The day should come to escape forever
From here to the wished eternity
The Place where I would catch
The little bird of happiness O’ mine…
Happiness of injecting the perfect lesson
The lesson that would come true to the end,
At the very end of my student’s study…
The biggest ‘but’ I find every time
When I experience robbery, rape, murder…!
I feel like screaming to the agents,
Do me a favour please rob me, rape me…kill me…!!
I can’t keep standing
Before the White Board anymore
The grey reflection threatens me,
From time to time…
I feel practical whiplash
Upon my bleeding heart…
My students knock me to wake up…
I wake up for the moment…
But I have been carrying this disease
Without knowing if it’s infectious…!