Dear students, where are you
The class is all empty
No paper planes in the air
No chocolate wrappers on the floor
Screaming you enter the class
for the seat near the window glass
But some of you are always late
and a new excuse, you will make.
At times you were baffled
Formulas, symbols, figures….so much to remember
But nevertheless, you study hard
making me happy and parents proud.
My birthday you know very well
Though your friend’s, you might sometimes forget
Balloons, flowers, cakes…. you get it all
making the classroom a party hall
And the card that opens with a ting-tang
vanished the last coin from your piggy bank.
Days are not the same as before
Blackboard duster not meeting anymore
At the door, I keep on staring
The silence today is so deafening.
When will you be back again?
to make everything noisy once again
on my questions, to raise your hand.
let me again, put stars in your book
followed by well done and very good
It has been a very long time…
on laptop, teaching is just not fine.
Let us all pray to God
that he cares and saves us all
to give you back those lovely days
like a real child, back to play.
It is afternoon time and I am writing this poem. It is the same time when a chirping flock of children come to my place, accompanying their maths and science queries. But due to the Covid crisis, the classes came to a sudden halt, since then, I am desperately missing my lovely adorable bunch of students.
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