INVISIBLE ANGELS
- Prathibha Ryali( PGDSM-MIT04), SPJIMR
Warmth to qualms
Canopy to cliff
Life is never easy
When you make a necessary shift
So said my mom
To my tear-singed eyes
Why was school necessary,
Wasn’t home nice?
For all the tottering alphabets learnt
Unbound plethora of
Questions churned
For every drop of hesitation,
Every hint of fear,
The assuring touch
So warm and dear
But now unleashed into the jungle called school
Eyes would pry,
Sarcasm would drool
No guiding hand when I falter
Oh god why this transition from mom to teacher?
And that night I did dream
Of a wonderful lady
and her teacher’s glory
Said she
"I had a little girl too"
"Was she you daughter?" I whispered
"Does it make a difference?
I was her teacher!”
Bated breath and eyes wide
I stared her in surprise
"I taught her not history nor mathematics
And not any ambitious career plans
Nor a peek into textbooks
But held her hand
To take her through the fantasies of the never never land
Help unleash the great potential hidden within you
Patiently guide the endless experiments new
Every stumble every failure pains
Unbound joys are every single student’s gains
Teaching you to live together
Teaching you strive for better
It is only then
That you grow to become mature men and women
And then we see you smile from those once questioning eyes
Nurtured to be smart, astute and wise
You may go far and wide
But between us there is never a divide
You will always keep coming back to me
For sharing, happiness, advice and grief
And then one day you bring your little one and place her in my hands
I once again mould her with the magic wand
And bubble up with the immense pride
For the success of every one of the thousands of kids
who in my heart reside
A mother to numerous little angels in disguise
Incomparable is the teacher’s paradise”
No more were qualms and worries
But only pelting glee
I got to up to go to school
a world of faith beckoning me.
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