LIVELY AND LOVELY

Once,

her Alma-Mater,

later a teacher, in the end its Supremo,

it is a sweet pain and indescribable pleasure,

for her to visit that school on Sundays,

spending sometime there,

recalling her days as a student, then as a teacher,

later as its Head

walking along the verandahs, corridors and classrooms

heaving deep sighs intermittently.

Memories of those yesteryears,

caress and embrace her,

chokes her with the inexplicable emotions forcing her

to burst into laughters and occasional cries of joy.

Walking along the verandahs,

corridors and classes,  simultaneously she would evolve

into a student, teacher and Supremo,

and now a nobody or everybody,

spending lonely moments in her home,

just outside the four tall compound walls of the school.

On walking down the sprawling stadium 

just in front of the school

the memories of the days she played,

different games with her colleagues,

flash past her eyes brimming with tears, 

coursing down her face.

With the Sunday bidding,

bye with the promise of,

staging a comeback after six  days,

the school awakes from ‘her’ sleep,

and evolves into a hive of activities of,

students and teachers which reaches her ears,

like the joyous waves of the sea lashing

the shores non-stop.

Even in the sunset of her life

these waves of joy make her a student

a teacher and the Supremo simultaneously.

‘Happy to be in the

neighbourhood of my

Alma Mater’ 

‘Happy to be in the

neighbourhood of a good part of my life’

 – she would whisper to herself.

‘Lively and Lovely simultaneously

to be my Alma-Mater’.