SIR

You walked down the HSB corridor

And everyone turns and smiles at you.

You are thought to be awesome by all,

An awesome teacher, a great lecturer

The 50 minutes of class hold everyone’s rapt attention.

You may be strict about attendance and coming to class on time,

‘Disappear’ is what you say to every late comer

But no one minds, as you adhere to time yourself.

You talk we listen with awe.

You do hand gestures that make us laugh

‘wink-wink, nudge-nudge’ is so far your best,

With a wink and the chicken dance hand move,

That makes you look super cute.

You crack jokes in class: The ‘sex-object’ joke or 8 as the perfect figure

Thought to be funny by some

And some get tremendously scandalized.

Be it poetry, prose or play

There is always endless drama in class.

You have a way with words that make a simple sentence sounds beautiful

You listen to everyone and give everyone a chance

‘I am not sure about that’ you would say while disagreeing

But never over rule a thought

You are the best teacher for literature, where free thought is the key

You know how to make students talk and think

You may be old in appearance, but in heart you are as young as ever.

You are loved forever, Sir.