Ode to the dearly beloved class of mine

Exploring and revisiting childhood was for the teacher 

Reverberating and rejuvenating the heart and soul

Remembering all memories that made out 

In cyclic romantic fashion of his own 

Like solitaires on platinum, each was fixed. 

Goodness and talent mixed amidst

Hearts were pure and poignant and calm 

Beating to an extent that met the warmth

Love roasted like grills were covered with passion 

To know more, learn more but not study of ten 

To them was life that meant to be enjoyed 

What is life that is not meant to be loved and chewed 

The ambience was filled with tense and excitement

 It was rocketted with surprises and love

Eagerness was  in the air like mist 

That made the heart glossy like pearl 

As the newness entered, the class was thrown in collision 

Whispers and comments voice out here and there 

Smiles and chuckles were erupting in the nearby stations 

As it was daily chores and warfares

Amused and astonished were the mindsets of the students 

Wondering how the academia would turn out for them

In plain energy solace was broken 

Left out without words unspoken 

The teacher found the class genuine and unique

Filled with  temporal minds and rational thoughts 

All subtle with charm and love 

From both sides and voice verses and all 

Each being unique and special 

Stumbling around teen issues and smiles 

Eager filled eyes to meet the new phase 

of life that leads them ashore. 

-Joel CJI