Mama is proud of her
School of honor,
But she's never happy with
The Hindi teacher.
School of honor,
But she's never happy with
The Hindi teacher.
With his huge tummy,
He enters the class,
Sitting on his chair,
He passes gas.
Students laugh out loud
With his each fart,
Angrily, he shouts at,
"Don't be smart."
Belching with big burrrps,
He stares at them,
And gives them a chapter
To read and cram.
Legs on the table, he leans
Back on the chair,
And mouth wide open,
He starts to snore.
Students make mischiefs,
And talk nonsense,
Mama bears whole torment
In silence.
A teacher is a teacher
Reverend ever,
Mama reveres the Hindi teacher,
But with him, happy never.
- N P SAMAL
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