Goodbye to an English teacher

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By ShanaiTanwar (IX-A)

Patience is a virtue,
she had said,
as I stamped my feet
impatiently.

She illuminated the path
of knowledge and wisdom,
and rescued me from the wrath
of stray commas and hyphens.

She scolded me when
I got my grammar wrong,
and praised me high ā€˜n’ mighty when
I wrote many a poem and song.

She often punished me,
and told me off, but for my own good.
But frankly, I must admit,
to listen to her, I would.

I felt angry at times,
when at my well written essays
she would write ā€œImprove my dear,
improve in many waysā€.

My book, filled with ticks
and occasional crosses,
has caused me moments of bliss
and infinite stills of contentment.

And now I am,
solemn and sincere.
This was an experience to remember,
I am upset, this is clear.

But how can I giggle, how can I snicker,
when I am about to leave
my beloved class teacher?

Well, all I can say,
is that Ma’am you have done well.
I apologize for my faults in anyway
and bid you farewell.