My English Teacher

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 7^th 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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