A Poem – My English Teacher
She has hairs half cut
That makes her witch lady
She wears the spectacles
That is not fancy
She wears over her round face
That has the appearance of Raavana’s
With the size of Yokozuna
And with her fat stuffed limbs
She pushes herself forward
At the speed of a tortoise
But she is ferocious
And she is wild
She walks like a Godzilla
And With the voices of a villainous tone
She screams like a Lioness
To terrorise us
Yes, that is she
She is my English teacher of 7th Grade
It’s her time now
We spy outside the classroom
To alert others
To alert others to stop playing
And focus on the assignment
When she comes she comes like an empty stomach animal
And we are the victims of her hungry stomach
Here she comes
I can’t forget the tragedy that occurred a week before
It’s all about 3 things
Wren & Martin, Young World and an Assignment
Buy the book at a near store
And search for the newspaper on the other side of the highway
And make sentences for the complicated words
There is no excuse for her
I couldn’t get the paper
So I ran the whole streets with fear
Looking for the Young World
Night is sleepless and Days are fearful
It’s the her time, now
Her she comes, the Godzilla
She sat on the big chair
She took some rest
And she gazed at us
We are panicky
We are nervous
And we are highly tensed
Just like the last week
Neither have I had the book nor the paper
So I hid my face behind my colleague at the frontbench
So that she sees him and bypasses me
So that the devil’s eye don’t intercept mine’s
So that the tragedy remains forgotten
I was very cautious
And I was very vigilant
She has a common trend
She comes
She rests
She starts to murmur
And then she walks, like a Godzilla
She catches her prey
Then she roars
And then she falls back to her seat
And then she walks away full stomach
To her den
For some reason she didn’t trespassed today
She remained confined at her platform
It happens rarely
The bell rang
And the Godzilla left
Ahaa..
I am saved
I put my head on the bench
I let myself gain some energy
I let that fear go by
And let my heart beat at its pace
But something remained
As usual
When she goes she leaves her presence
When she leaves she leaves the darkness behind
And leaves behind the fears of aurora
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