My Favourite Teacher

University was intimidating at sixteen, But I decided to take the plunge, and  join anyway, A passionate bookworm me, fond of reading and writing Prepared to leap in an ocean of knowledge! First few days were exciting, joyful, but unsettling, Until I found the irresistible presence of an amazing teacher, Who with his sense of humour and booming voice Won hearts of many, in an instant, no wonder mine! He taught us literature - Charles Lamb and Eliot, He taught us Virginia Woolfe, the mysterious woman writer, He introduced us to her unique writing style - stream of consciousness… I was captivated and got immersed in the world of creativity! Literature, both prose and poetry alike, was my passion, Hours and hours passed I stayed completely hypnotized Listening him recite, the most compelling lines, As if those powerful lines belonged to him - he was the owner ! A tragedy struck in my third year, when The professor was going on a leave, and mentioned surgery, But the next day we were informed he was no more, This incredible personality had left this earth for a heavenly abode! That was the first time I encountered death very closely, And was shattered...losing him was heartbreaking, an irreplaceable void, I felt his absence for a very long time, even now I do, He left a lasting impression on the way I find solace in literature!