Watching Her Steps

My first teacher

Colour flooded papers blushed With the crazy strokes, I missed Trailing her fingers I traced Scripts of my scribbles she adored My scattered books in brown Bowed down to her red pen Baffling numbers that scared Revered her words and stayed Wise men’s thoughts she voiced Prudently to make us smart Entrancing stories she holds For sun-filled dreamy hours Strolling away from our eyes She would vanish like a mist I clock in with a morning dew To spring and sparkle in the shine Watching her steps every day!