I remember I was in school, but I never recall...

Rathnashikamani By Rathnashikamani, 13th Mar 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Childhood memories are always sweet.

I wrote this poem in memory of my teacher Mohammed Hussain who was very kind but very strict so that the children could learn with confidence and discipline.

My teacher was an ordinary down-to-earth person who lived in a hut. The teaching would start at 5am and go until the sunset. There was no weekend holidays and neither festive vacations.

That was in 1973, he never used to take more than a Rupee as the monthly fee from any student.

What do you think of this poem? "I remember"?


I remember I was in a public school,
but I never recall when I started my schooling

I remember I could not spell words,
but I wonder how I was in second grade

I remember weeping
when my teacher hacked on my neck
when I couldn't spell words

And I remember I felt worthless among
my classmates who could read better than me

I remember, then, my father taking me
to his friend in a hut,
and asking him to teach me

I remember my teacher Mohammed Hussain
started everything
from the scratch to teach me well

I remember his eyes were
large with red streaks
that made all children fear.

I remember sitting with him
from dawn to dusk,
learning all that he taught

I remember I wetted my knickers
fearing to ask when it was time
to go out and pee

I remember that
my teacher Mohammed Hussain
never took more than a Rupee
as a monthly fee.

I remember, after a year of teaching,
I was taken to the public scholl
where I was put straight in the fourth grade

I remember, I never met him after,
even I don't remember when
he had passed away.

Now , in regret, I look heavenward
for my favorite teacher Mohammed Hussain,
and pray for his blessings.

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author avatar Retired
14th Mar 2011 (#)

Teachers were really ideal models those days. They never craved for money, they humbly shouldered the responsibility to build good people.

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author avatar Rathnashikamani
4th Apr 2011 (#)

That's why I have great respect and regard for my teachers.

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author avatar Songbird B
15th Mar 2011 (#)

You never forget a great teacher...they can make all the difference in your life... This is a nice share my friend...

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author avatar Rathnashikamani
4th Apr 2011 (#)

Songbird,

Thanks for your kind comments.

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author avatar muthusamy
15th Mar 2011 (#)

Another good poem from you. Thank you for the share

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author avatar Rathnashikamani
4th Apr 2011 (#)

muthusamy,

Thanks for stopping by and enjoying.

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author avatar jvaughan
17th Mar 2011 (#)

I agree with sunita2409. I also believe that is the difference between teachers and professionals. Yet I think we still have many teachers left her to guide our children.

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author avatar jvaughan
17th Mar 2011 (#)

Sorry, I meant to type here and not her in my previous comment. Guess I better listen to the advice Rathnashikamani gave me after my first post and use spell check:)

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author avatar Rathnashikamani
4th Apr 2011 (#)

jvaughan,

Thanks that you have taken my advice in a constructive spirit.

And I don't really remember that, but my friend jvaughan who has been so kind in welcoming my advice. I'm greatly delighted.

Wish you the Best!

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author avatar N.E. Wright
6th Apr 2011 (#)

Thank you for sharing this lovely poem. It really did remind me of my childhood. I thought I was not as bright as the other kids, because it took me so long to complete my class work off the black board.
I have another poem MY GUYS on the Hubpages. Click onto the following link. http://hubpages.com/_rbpqgk453p8r/hub/MY-GUYS.

Take Care,

N.E.

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author avatar Rathnashikamani
10th Apr 2011 (#)

Thank you NE,

I enjoyed reading your poem.

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author avatar dlist
12th Apr 2011 (#)

a person like that is always in number that in brink of extinction

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author avatar dlist
12th Apr 2011 (#)

a person like that is always in number that in brink of extinction

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author avatar Rathnashikamani
13th Apr 2011 (#)

dlist,

My teacher was rare phenomenon.

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