<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451527" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Young Teacher</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anika awakens the child in me, <br>I watch her, as she fetches her toys<br>And shows off with pride and glee<br>With her, I don’t have to act poised.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know, she is actually aware, <br>Whether am really having fun<br>Or just pretending to be there.<br>She never walks, always runs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chasing the butterflies and bees<br>With her frock flying in the air, <br>I run after her to ensure and see<br>She may not fall but she couldn’t care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She dances with sheer abandon, <br>She hasn’t yet discovered fear.<br>Her infectious joy fills me with sudden<br>Energy, I boldly invite her and declare, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come on let’s play hide and seek.<br>I call out and just pretend to look all over <br>I can see her, from behind the bush stealthily peak<br>Finally catch her, as she bursts in peels of laughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why the child in me had slept for so long? <br>I guess we are too busy chasing our dreams<br>And forget to enjoy small pleasures as we go along, <br>Each mile stone drives us to go full steam, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We go on increasing our pace, <br>And slowly become sombre and tense.<br>A smile is replaced by a grimace, <br>And become adept at keeping the pretence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She has taught me how to enjoy and be free, <br>Drool at the sight of a strawberry ice cream<br>And clap and shout licking it full of glee, <br>As if eating it was like fulfilling a long lost dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have no clue how long I was lost in reverie, <br>I was suddenly embraced in a warm hug<br>She had noiselessly come behind me.<br>Who needs an anti anxiety drug, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once you discover the child in you lying latent<br>And connect with innate sense of joy and pleasure<br>It is a gift given to the grand parents<br>By a grandchild, for ever to treasure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mamta+Agarwal">Mamta Agarwal</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=451527" data-title="My Young Teacher de Mamta Agarwal" data-description="Anika awakens the child in me, I watch her, as she fetches her toys And shows off with pride and glee With her, I don’t have to act poised. I know, she is actually aware, Whether am really having fun Or just pretending to be there. She never ..."></div> </div> </div>

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