<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450864" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When My Mathematics Teacher Died...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When he died, I felt no pain <br>Anywhere in my heart at any point of a second, <br>Our Mathematics teacher was a terror, you don`t know.<br>He was an odd man of wrong proportions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When he was born no comets were seen.<br>Still he weilded the wand of power, a big rod<br>And tortured the young skins, I remember still.<br>He was like a Briton on the Indian land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mathematics was like a running stream in the section next.<br>And there our equals had a great Master with wits.<br>They enjoyed the lines, the triangles and the numbers.<br>They were little lambs and he the shepherd resurrected.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were literaly like circus animals<br>Under him we were covering ever.<br>Even the gentle girl who scored well grudged him.<br>We were the Jews and he Hitler the second.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don`t know much of Mathematics<br>I kept my head down when I heard about his death.<br>A strange fear was beginning to grip me<br>Will he wait for us with his rod in the other world too? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But someone whispered in to my ears<br>That he would be waiting to hug us there...<br>A strange wish remains to be fulfilled-<br>I should love him somewhere once.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=M.d+Dinesh+Nair">M.d Dinesh Nair</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450864" data-title="When My Mathematics Teacher Died... de M.d Dinesh Nair" data-description="When he died, I felt no pain Anywhere in my heart at any point of a second, Our Mathematics teacher was a terror, you don`t know. He was an odd man of wrong proportions. When he was born no comets were seen. Still he weilded the wand of power, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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