Ode to my Morrie, Ms. Bindu Sharma

Ode to my Morrie, Ms. Bindu Sharma

-Avleen Kaur Lamba

maam

I’d name this an ode

As it’s a tribute and

Not for its metre and rhyme

Because a radical inhabits in me

And the theme sublime

And the person in mind so divine.

 

My mother dear pursued literature

and so did her mother in her times

After following dad’s software steps,

Accounts and Economics were also given a try

Thus, with apprehensions, I chose literature.

 

But with a glowing lantern in the starry night,

She wiped clean my blurred glasses’ sight

And boy, I fell in love.

 

People say love involves people,

She was there,

But I fell for prose

and I fell for verse.

 

While students cried and mumbled why

It had been three days she hadn’t commenced the syllabi

But couldn’t they feel, couldn’t they yearn,

Life is what we came to learn!

 

She started with music, lyrics and odes,

And then strolled in essays and plays,

Which needless to say,

Clearly swept us away.

 

Donne, Coleridge, Sydney and Bacon,

Are all what they mean to us because of her.

Her words

and her stories.

 

Sitting on the teacher’s table in her crisp saris

This maverick hypnotized us

And we reached a heaven full of

Greek Gods and English Romantics.

 

Tears cover my eyeballs

as I sit to write about a Goddess

remembering times when my hands

won’t stop scribbling every word she uttered

And then times I would just sit awestruck

Now I lie down on the winter grass,

Wondering how God could bestow me with so much luck!

 

Her words and life lessons

Are a part of me now

And they shall remain within

wherever I go.

 

For how love always wins,

For the phoenix riddle,

For death ending life, not a relationship,

For Tess and for Sorrow,

For Wuthering Heights and their terrible morrow,

For all of that and so much more,

How you’ll glow within me,

Forever and some more.

We’re The Ones We’ve Been Waiting For!

We’re the ones We’ve been Waiting for

-Avleen Kaur Lamba

 

Waiting for the buzzing alarm to wake you up in the morn,

Or expecting your mom to drag you out of your yawn?

Waiting for some energy to creep into you and take you on a morning walk,

Or secretly wishing some genie could find you and make you fly with the flock?

Waiting for the time when you could actually concentrate in class,

Or hoping to stumble on a guru who could make you meditate without a fast?

Waiting for someone to befriend you,

Respect you, admire you, love you only when you’re you?

Waiting and waiting for someone who could excite your mind,

Make you write poetry and not let go of your foregone passion behind?

Waiting for someone to stand up and answer that moron,

Who has nothing to spread but everything wrong?

Waiting for someone to make you finally change the world,

‘Cause you’ve come here for a purpose, not just play and work!

Then get up you, if you think and feel the same way,

As We’re The Ones We’ve Been Waiting For, Heroes of Today. 

Aside

Ray Of Hope

When the world would sleep in the brightness of Sun,

When the world would hide behind the jobs they’ve never done,

When the world would get sick in spring with no ailment,

When the world listening to music would turn deaf to your qualms,

When the world in debate would become dumb to console you,

When the world travelling would be blind to see you in pain,

A helping hand from a power would arrive,

Would advise you to love yourself and strength to strive,

Never borrow but always his help he would lend,

God would become your lifelong friend.