My Memory Of My Teacher

My Memory Of My Teacher short poem

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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 daint
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 Knowledge I want to amass
Thank you , Miss ,my guiding star

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Mothi Bai

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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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