My Teacher A lovely figure with fair face Rhythmically steps into the class. Melodiously flow the words From the parted red lips Are sweet to my ardent ears Flutters my heart Thrills my sensation Wins her heart There I am ,her favourite . The question, Can you spell the word ‘ imagination’? The answer,
Yes, Mam,– i-m-a-g-i-n-a-t- i-o-n Oh! Excellent, you are my little chubby. This ,the happiest moment lingers in me still Swings her long plait Hither and thither As to her steps dainty and soft A gentle goddess of soothing smile Amiable glances kind and bright Despite the noisy voices Who are innocent but ardent, mild Followers of you, a well-trained leader Of earnest mission to refine the crude brains. You are an everlasting ‘miss’ Never I want to miss For I want to learn amass Thank you , Miss ,my guiding star In making me another guiding star.
Ass. prof. of English, I have qualification in German language . I have been teaching German since 15 years, My working place is S VIVEKANANDA DEGREE COLLEGE ,NEHRU NAGAR PUTTUR (D. K.) 574203 KARANATAKA INDIA. I have learnt hindustani music also
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