It was my teacher who told me
I can write.
It was my teacher who told me
Write from your heart.
It was a teacher who said,
“She will never make it”
It was my teacher who said,
“She is exactly where her heart is.”
Everyone is a teacher:
Something taught, anew often,
When in our life;
And grows apart physically.
Teaching remains,
Memorable.
Memorabilia,
In making me
The who; I am; you are
Lessons, not to be judged
“Good or bad” ever,
And I am grateful…
Copyright © 2019, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
