Ode to my Morrie, Ms. Bindu Sharma
-Avleen Kaur Lamba
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.
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.