(Photograph: Andy Kelly)
I lay preoccupied
Pondering on some recent crisis,
Some confounding thoughts…
My mind trying to seek solace
Conjuring up a collage of snapshots-
Schools, Colleges, Registers, Books, Chalks, Dusters…
With my ever jibber- jabbering chatterboxes,
Their sunny faces, sunny smiles
And their still resonating ‘Good morning’ wishes.
How I miss them! My Sunshine’s!
Creeping into me…
Are their memories!
Warming me up,
Even in gloomy days,
In bitter wintry cold,
Blooming smiles on my wrinkly face
Even during my blues and lows
Neither 'time' nor 'distance'
Neither ' friends' nor ' acquaintances'
Can ever erase, can ever snap
This bond! Their Memories…!
Incessant notification alarms break my reverie,
I finger touch the messenger icon irritatingly.
Glad to find hundreds of messages reviving back my memory
As I touch open a few randomly.
Beating hearts, ribbon hearts, starry hearts,
arrow pierced hearts…!
Gives my wrinkled heart a comfortable snug,
Emojis too that seems to give warm hugs
Emotional touching words told
Winding up with these letters bold
“A VERY HAPPY TEACHER’S DAY!”
A long-lasting bond,
An eternal one, of course!
Therefore, I hardly regret to say-
That Mechanical Teacher 'Robbie'
Would never ever experience
Or, can brag about any day!
Maybe a friendly, affable humanoid,
A peer robot or a tele-presence,
Or a programmable one,
Replacing human mentors.
Replacing human intelligence.
They are machines that work mechanically
Glitching and malfunctioning frequently
Bereft of human feelings and affection
Will definitely result in teacher- pupil disconnection
Left , am I, pondering once again...
Will human teachers be so underrated?
Or, will they hopefully be reinstated?
At the wake of such a robotic threat
That seems most undefeated!
Poet Rashmi Sarkar
is a homemaker and
lives in Guwahati
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