In Memory Of A True Teacher Poem by sreelekha premjit

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In Memory Of A True Teacher



In memory of Geeta Atmaram Mam
(The Second Coming, always the first in memory)
Hush, silent
The voice is no more
The smile now unseen
The warmth receding
The voice
Booming, reverberating
The smile
Inviting, endearing
bright crimson mark
Burning
a memory
Nonpareil.

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about a professor of great worth-mrs. Gita Atmaram
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