TO A RESPECTED TEACHER WHO HAD NEVER TAUGHT YOURS TRULY

 

Still flutters my heart to ponder, with wonder,

Three scores years of teaching, preaching righteously

Proving that faculty has no death, only their cells tatter

Still going strong even though in ailing twilight years

With indomitable spirit, with unfathomable height

For the never silent, never say die attitude, all these years,

Ever in search of knowledge with an unending quest,

 In his eighth decade, memorising all with consummate ease

Making me blush before thee with profound reverence

For not having blessed to become your disciple

During your halcyon days of magical guidance

Fervently hoping a rebirth if one such exists in principle,

To be your pupil to simply enliven the radiant reverence