I got up with some excitement,
as it was my last working day;
But carried numbness in mind.
With all mixed feelings and cracks in my heart;
Entered in class, delivered my lecture.
Ah! those cherished , innocent faces,
And my poor tongue got fractured.
Unable to speak as I had a choked throat.
With a heavy heart I shared the worst;
My flowery Scholars, now wrapped with rust.
Their sudden yell and scream broke the silence.
My discipline class now could be seen as wayward;
Had countless questions arguing with me.
I, as stolid, silent, ruthless, coward;
There was nothing to share with thee.
In return thou departed me with teary eyes;
What could I reimburse except my felicity.
My torn soul was stitched with thousands of hugs.
Though, coz of thou faith and love,
I'm proud to be called an educator and;
It was my last working day!
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