My School Days

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                   My School Days

My teacher thundered and ordered “Go”

Meek and obedient I begged “Whereto”

His brow knitted and eyes fiery “To hell”

He roared, and I scurried to ring the bell.

 

Helter-skelter, to the classroom we dashed,

With shame and remorse, we were abashed,

He stood there, cracking his whip in silent air,

Off with shoes we glided, never his eyes dare.

 

A horror ‘twas, to watch him suddenly come,

Fuming and frothing made our senses numb;

I stood up to do him honours but he slapped,

Tearful and fearful; in disgrace I were wrapped.

 

Still un-appeased, he’d flown into a fierce rage,

A new treatise he wrote on the pedagogy page,

Impish soul crouch; O wind your arms to ears,

Behind your legs, now enjoy drooling and fears.

 

His impulsive outburst was a volley of gun shots,

His phrasing unspeakable; with worthless knots,

At times in a fit of frenzy; he’d pluck at our ears,

Dangle us up in the air, and he was up in cheers.

 

I recall my mentor but I’ll let him go sans amends,

His methodology fetched fruits unlike fairy friends,

He was a noble soul, one chaste heart in good faith,

His words resound, to me they are chisel and lathe.

 

Despite all this upheaval, he appears a noble soul,

His thoughts aligned with purity, purpose and goal,

He still works my heart and soul, same zest and zeal,

Prayer! In the gardens of highest abode rest his soul.

 

By Dr. Riaz Ahmad

September 28, 2025

 

 

 

 

 

 

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