She is the one I admire
I want to take her on a ride in a Swift Dzire.
In a dream, I saw her eyes
With an ethereal gleam
She is, in fact, a goddess in disguise,
Who is in the school before my eyes.
A voice with a soothing sensation,
She captures everyone’s attention.
She gives inspiration,
And for me she is a sensation.
Once she gave me a hug
And on my cheek, a kiss,
It was pure bliss.
She gave it to me on March seven,
And that moment felt like heaven.
When she enters the class,
All will pay attention,
But I, in my heart,
Give her my appreciation.
I will always try
Not to let down my reputation,
Especially, only before her
With accurate perfection.
In my imagination,
We are always together on a vacation.
For me she is a magnificent queen,
Who is usually unseen.
She is divine
Who I always imagine as mine.
She is regal.
To whom I am always loyal.
She is my teacher, Miss Mekhala.
And this, with a lot of courage and love,
I am telling her.
All my feelings are true.
And these feelings, no one can undo.
P. Siva Rishita, X B, St. Joseph’s Girls High School, Visakhapatnam
