A slice of heaven on top of the hill
Trees embroidering the boundary of
what we all thought was merely
A building made of cement and stones..
Divided into rooms full of desks and benches
With names and notes scored on its surfaces..
“Kuppuswamy “with his everlasting smile on the gate
Was the Chitragupta
Though he let in all of us in uniforms
Assemblies under the hot sun
Thought of the day, Pledge, news, Bhavans anthem
Everything was boring then…
Relief swept over when tenth was finally over
Two years of school and then…
It would be over we all thought…
And then one fine day it was the last day of twelfth
Teachers were angels…. failures were memories
Successes were milestones….
And that’s when I knew that… what I thought to be a HELL
Was the real heaven….
And my time in heaven was – over!!
Happy teacher’s day!!!!