With a mellifluous voice,you instigated us
Into the world of Straight lines.
The first day made me cognizant
That you were an ethereal being.
Being ephemeral beings,
You made a huge coax in my life.
Ignited into the world of mathematics,
Let us knew about its practical manipulation;
Which we were totally bemused of.
Teacher,dear teacher you deciphered life
Into its elementary form and for which,
I will remain your disciple forever.
A typewriter lay in the corner,Reminding of old thoughts and yonder,It had memories,Of old or golden stories.I knew my dad used those,To type letters or prose,He wrote love letters to my mother,And stories to reporters.It lay in the dustAnd had got rust.After my dad’s death,His