The time slithers from dusk to dawn,

my dear sir, after you went away,

everything looks pale, ugly, and worn.

The class is empty now; so is my heart.

Though there are benches and friends beside me

I feel lonely, dark, and surrounded

by melancholy thoughts.

When you entered, like the amber array of light,

in the classroom,

I never thought my time will be entwined

within your time, soon.

I was a destitute boy

but you enriched my life with wisdom.

Every time when I need help, I went to your temple,

in lieu of giving hand to me,

you gave me yourself.

The time slithers from dusk to dawn,

my dear sir, after you went away,

everything looks pale, ugly, and worn.

Nature cries now; and so do I.

In the abyss depth of the pain,

The heart is wet before the morning dew

in the barren land thrown all the grains.

I cannot ¬†remember my parents’ love,

and that will be no need, because

my dear teacher, you gave me your heart,

filled with infinite love.

Aghast, I woke in the deepest night,

remembered, I have nothing left now.

After you kissed the heaven,

not even a bright light;

I decided to be soon in your sight

but, I retrieved back to my conscious

and thought for a while:

I have dreams to fulfill of yours and mine

throughout my life.

The time slithers from dusk to dawn,

my dear sir, after you went away,

everything looks pale, ugly, and worn.

-Rozesh Gautam

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