THE TERRIBLE THAKAR

A SARCASTIC INTRODUCTION
Here is a sweet narration of a teacher most loved by two of her most affectionate students. So let us exaggerate a bit of her charm and beauty and let our poem “THE TERRIBLE THAKAR” define the loveliness of her lectures.

Here the poem begins....

Ever seen a ghost?
It resembles thakar (name changed) the most
Her sharp features haunt our dream
And make us scream even in our sleep

We’ve seen mogambo, voldemort and gabbar
But they all look angels in front of thakar
At first I thought she won’t be bad
How wrong I was, it is so sad

Her scary eyes and lectures so lengthy
And what a misery they’re all in शुद्ध हिन्दी
She huffs and puffs and shouts and screams
“When will I get rid of these devilish beasts!”

To tell you the truth she is a physics teacher
But princy gave her maths for us to torture
The very word math’s now seems unknown to us
Seems like we are in a different universe

We never submit our books on time
This, she says, is a very big crime
She huffs and puffs and shouts and screams
“When will I get rid of these devilish beasts!”

If we knew that this lay ahead,
We would have been in bakshi’s instead
She says,” students! Improve, will you?”
We wondered always do we need to.
She looks at us as if we are mental
The day is not far when we’ll be in hospital

She is the reason why I have stopped dreaming
And why on my birthday I woke up screaming
She huffs and puffs and shouts again….
Oh! forget it, let the poem end.