My teacher...

  Radha teacher, an angel
  Wrapped in sunlight
  Filled with wisdom
  Dispersed strength and inspiration
  In words and deeds while I was in school.

  Anyone near her
  Absorbed radiating glance of wisdom
  To dwell in the midst of glory
  As planets around sun.

  For me she was the mother
  Of  love, of fear,
  Of hope, of  knowledge.
  Her politics was teaching, teaching,
  Teaching and teaching.
  Not poli-tricks or preaching ethics.

 Like red rose beside stream
 I grew watching at her gates
 And waited at her doors.
 She gave wide space for my tender steps
 As her right hand resting still on my brain.
She was green, white and blue
I grew in those hues of light.

That day I remembered
When I melted in shame,
She took my hand in hand
Showed the sky and sea
Said nothing but looked at my eyes
To glow in light as the waking stick
In her hand.


















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