A poem to my favorite teacher (Miss Anindita Mondal)

A hand – a hand that cares.

Strict yet kind.

Human but sublime.

A hand to comfort always.

There were times when darkness at my door did knock,

And when in such times.

Tears of lost hope flooded my eye.

The hand wiped my tears, patted my back and silently spoke

A soothing voice with warmth and cove abound

Said, “get up my child, look there’s light.’

And I opened my eye to a whole new world around

There were times victory made me proud & vain,

But the hand was still there

It praised me and held me near,

And yet reminded, “This is just the legining, not the end.”

The hand was wee the guiding light

A kind canopy, faithful company;

I left it’s touch deep down in my heart, showing what is right.

Be it loss or gain, pride, To assure and bless,

To tell in the friendly voice, “No worry I’ll take care.”

And I’m sure it shall always be there,

To reach my heart,

With its comforting touch,

Crossing all distances and every barrier.

Arpita Konal

Vill.- A

Doteto Conuent Asansol