My Teacher, Sir Asim Poem by Khoula Gohar

WHEN EINSTEIN'S MIND GOES TO BED,
WHEN NEWTON'S ALL IDEAS FADE,
WHEN PASCAL'S FACE JUST WENT RED,
AND THINGS MESSED UP IN VOLTA'S HEAD,
WHEN AL-BERUNI GOT CONFUSED,
AND ROBERT HOOK BURNT HIS FUSE,
WHEN ALBERT FOUND NO WAY OUT,
AND RENE'S MIND WAS TO BE SPOUT,
AT THAT MOMENT A MAN ARISE,
MY SIR ASIM, INTELLIGENT AND WISE,
HE USES HIS SMART FLEXIBLE BRAIN,
AND SAVE HIS STUDENTS FROM NERVOUS STRAIN,
WHATEVER THE QUESTION IS,
IN HIS BRAIN THE ANSWER IS ALWAYS PRESENT,
FOR HIS STUDENTS HE IS A REAL PRESENT,
TALENTED THAN ANYONE ELSE,
BEFORE HIM EVERY SCIENTIST FAILS,
HE KNOWS THE SPECIAL FORMULA TO WORK THE STUDENT'S MIND,
ALSO KNOWS THE METHOD HOW STUDENT'S LOST CONFIDENCE CAN BE FIND,
HE IS QUIET, CALM AND SILENT LIKE THE AIR,
BUT IMPORTANT AS OXYGEN, AND THAT’S CLEAR,
WHEN WE ARE AFRAID OF DEPTH OF LESSONS,
HE SMOOTHLY ACT AS A DIPPER,
SO THEN WE BECOME A LITTLE BIT CHIPPER,
WHEN READING HARD WORDS, OUR FACE GETS LIKE LILAC,
HE SMOOTHENS US LIKE A WOOD, BEING A SHELLAC,
MY TEACHER IS TALL, SO TALL AS FIR TREE,
AND HAVING A SPACIOUS HEART, AS NORTH SEA,
HE ALWAYS KEEP OPEN FOR US A LISTENING DOOR,
MY TEACHER IS AN ANGEL, I AM PRETTY SURE,
MY TEACHER IS SO BRILLIANT AND BRIGHT,
IN DARKNESS FOR ME, HE IS A SPARK OF LIGHT.