Huzaidi Hashim

My Teacher

Shadows fell apart before my very eyes 
as I consumed your presence before me. 
The titter tatter of raindrops . . . . 
seemed like sounds from fairyland 
a mystical rhapsody. . . . 
Alas, I allowed my soul to be swept by this infatuation 
to the teacher that once guided my words to her heart 
as I knelt before thee ... my fair lady 
be it as thy servant or they slave 
take me as you desire ...
for truly ... I am but a speckle in your glorious moment 
where I would rather not exist than to exist without thee

Comments1

  • lynn

    Nice tribute to your teacher. I'm sure she will be pleased as she reads your beautiful words from above. Very touching. I give you a 10.



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