The bleakness of a virtual Teacher's Day

I was a teacher,

Not by choice but chance.

A story I won’t enhance.

Slowly, I got the hang of a Black board & chalk.

Like falling snowflakes, my hair would dance,

With the lessons & Classroom talk.

Gradually, I picked up white board & marker.

Vibrant colors colored me & the board.

With fables new & old.

Independence Day

Hesitantly, I turned on the smart board.

Blurred I was, switching windows and pressing keys.

Sang-through believing it to be the bottom most.

Implausibly, we sailed online.

We assembled the school campus on Zoom & Teams.

Connect fast! The corridor echoes on what’s app!

Teachers are off meeting students online.

Can we be off to working online?

With hope, we will exchange the greetings offline.

Hey there! I am Shehnaz Gujral and have pursued my career of two decades as an academician. I have to my credit my debut e-book, Antecedent Compendium (Puffins Publishers), a collection of sixty-six poems. I also have the privilege as a featured author in anthologies, Musings Mundane and Mortal (Tacenda Publications), One Hundred Shades of Love (All India Forum for English Students, Scholars and Trainers-AIFEST)

Literature in English has always fascinated me. I was introduced to the world of Shakespeare by my grandfather whom I lovingly called ‘Darji’. It would be mesmerizing to hear his explanations of ‘Much Ado about Nothing.

I love to express myself through writing. I have been writing on and off for quite some time but recently I have come to discover that I can be more consistent in it. I write prose but poetry comes more naturally to me. Poetry is the best form of meditation for me. The way words connect with me feels like a safe haven inside. My feelings and observations rhyme effortlessly, and my words are my best friend. I connect to the inside, detaching from the outside world.

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