Teaching is a blessing

A blessing

Life is a vast sky

Filled with patches of dark clouds,

And I always strive

To get away with these clouds –

Clouds of doubts, clouds of fear,

Clouds of pain, clouds of failure.

They roam over me

They all surround me,

Their thunder scares

Their lightening fears,

They apprehend my soul

They rain upon my goal.

But, then there is lightening for a while

And I can see a rainbow of smile;

I heard a thunder of voice

I heard a roar of noise,

All the clouds burst with a whim wham

I am welcome with ‘Good Morning ma’am’.

My lips expand

Instantly I respond,

I switched on myself

To the world of giggles,

I promised to myself

To laugh with the babbles

And again become a child

And roam like a cloud wild.

When my class became boring

And some started snoring,

I laughed at myself

And went on ignoring,

Listening their silliest hows

Answering their strangest whos,

Playing in their games

Dancing to their themes,

All questions flew with the clouds.

But I have my doubts:

‘Am I worth it?

Am I really worth it?’

-  Poornima Singh