And the Teacher Goes Out

He sits alone; they think he is dull, In the last desk of the class; he paints a world of his own-a teacher enters! His eyes brighten once again, a sheer hope of determination brings back the glee as the pupils change their color from the former noisy bees to submissive sloths. Once again he hopes the teacher will look at him, will advise or appreciate like he glorifies the star pupils. The teacher stands, there is a bewildering silence, he turns the pages as he moves forward, waves of joy arise in the heart of the urchin for he has waited all these days to be loved, to be cared and granted like the other pupils. A question is posed and the clever ones shout in a hundred thunders, amidst which his answer is lost just like the ripples which arise and vanish quickly. The bell rings and without a single glimpse into the eyes of the urchin, the teacher goes out! ! Saket Suman