House of Angels.
The bell rang. I enter the class. The solid silence Is broken by the chirps Of sparrows and The perfume of grass… Never ending smiles Of children, Drizzle upon me (I was an amateur then.. A terrified me..!) I still remember.. The “shy” boy From the last bench, Arose to give me His name. I noted down quickly And went on with the rest.. He was The first in number.. Was a diligent pupil.. One among the best! Another “little” one Gazes at me From the first bench, With an infinite grin-- That brings about A silken glee Inside my crowded head; And in some way He seems endearing.. Makes me chuckle too…!! As I see them all, Buckled tight To their benches, Ready to roll.. For in me “They believed” And probably Saw an aureole..! My heart swells In pride, Everyday.. At the sight of this Serene morning routine.. Which shuns, doubtlessly, My pains of past, Present, and future, away..! Sud