That Canteen Guy

Just a few days in, college felt new, Chilling in the canteen with my unusual crew. I saw a guy feeding pups with care, And told my friend, “Yaar, ese bhi log hote hai.. it's rare!” He was just another face, A guy with a gentle grace. We laughed it off and moved on from the scene, Not knowing what that moment would mean. No scolding, no drama, just quiet grace, Feeding stray dogs in a busy place. Though he’s a student, just being kind, But fate had a plot twist well designed Then came class, and what a twist, That same guy walked in with an attendance list! We stared in shock, couldn't believe our eyes, That “canteen guy” was a sir in disguise. Later lectures went on, respect only grew, He was chill, smart, and funny too. Concepts got clearer, doubts disappeared, He taught from the heart and nothing was feared. But as days passed, we came to see, How chill and wise a teacher can be. His lessons were fun, his humor just right, He made dull topics feel so light. With every class, the bond got strong, His support stayed constant all along. Through ups and downs, he stood by my side, A mentor, a guide, and a source of pride. Not every teacher leaves such a mark, Lighting a student’s path when it’s dark. Lucky I am, that our paths did meet, With a teacher so kind, humble, and sweet.