MY MADAM IS A MOM TO ME

POEMS
MY MADAM IS A MOM TO ME

Two drops of tears fill my eyes,
When I bid farewell to my madam,
Who is a mom to me,
Always a feather touch of love,
A soothing breeze in troubles,
A calming word in worries,
Truly, my madam is a mom to me.
Her call full of love ‘mole’*,
Her mind as pure as milk,
Her heart full of affection,
She is a wondrous angel on earth.
Any difficult Economics,
Theory or Application-
Becomes so light in madam’s hands
That everyone can crack it at once.
An epitome of dedication and sincerity,
A symbol of true love and care,
She has an ocean of love for her students.
Her soul glistening like the moonbeam,
I desire of being in her class once more,
Economics along with values and ethics;
I know all her students would feel the same
Because each class is an experience.
God Almighty! Hear my calls
Bestow your blessings upon my madam
Keep her always in your care
As my mom deserves your love!

[On the retirement of my most beloved economics teacher, Santhakumary Madam]

mole- an affectionate call in Malayalam like `betti` in Hindi