AN INITIAL THOUGHT

Teacher in Eternity

She smiles and says as my mom.   Class where I sit,feel as my home.   Always she's with me to cater and care.  And all her labour for me and my peer.

Resembles she all time an Angel in glow.  No one can take her deep from my heart.  Scold me and Shouts in all my odd show.  

Once she taught me who the great God.   My eyes get wide opened with tears it hold.   I did see a reelection on the portrait.....  

But its was not Gods i'm sure with.    I smelt it when no one in the class.  It was astonishing and doubted to believe.  


 It smell smell and smell my teacher......  


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