Through the dullness among college professors,
I have learned how cool were they.
Yes, the ones who made me write when no one could,
And moulded my mind just like a clay.
I still miss those days when they used to say,
Pin drop silence and fish markets.
And though their words were at times harsh,
Those words helped us achieve our targets.
Gave meaning to "get out of the class" and "stand in a corner",
All our complaints, they wrote in red.
Throwing of chalk and duster,
And that parents meeting where every wrong doing was shed.
Immatrely used to abuse and joke about them,
Poor english, looks, voice and what not were flawed.
Now we remorse thinking their situation,
For they were always considered god.
Then there was this teacher for whom I had a crush,
Always sat on the first bench in her class.
Then there were the storyteller, the ignorer, the strict one and the cool one.
But one thing that remained constant among all was our begging to make us pass.
I surely miss my teachers,
For they were our motivator,
Our next parents, our best of companions,
and most importantly our "future tellers". Pen down your views 👇
Topic credits: @chirag.poddar.99
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