HAVE A HEART

Excerpt from the news: A Teacher suffering from heart ailment seeking help from his old students through newspaper, Pupils obliged in plenty. This is the inspiration to this poetry.

 

Benevolence is truly divine,source or route ever irrelevant,

Its expressions never clamorous,sighs and signs in grace,

Thrusting hands in instinct when a fall is so imminent,

An arm or a word in solace when emotions set ablaze.

He was a teacher, a peer,pupils held him in esteem and cheer,

Many aseason did he teach,kind and love he did preach,

A swallow isn’t a summer,he wasn’t an autumn either,

Kindness in full reach his heart never once breach.

His pupils,some unheard and unsung,many brought laurels,

Yet he tainted none or taunted none,praised or raised either.

Neverthless his heart once did breach,surgery beyond barrels,

He called all whom he loved,his pupils never did dither.

He looked up from his couch,with arms folded in a humble wish,

“I need money for my ailing heart,thy help”, in husky tone,

All held him in high esteem,tributes flowed in with a rush,

His heart was stitched with love,stitches that’ll never be gone.