Like rays of moon pouring through;
As constellations reel and dance.
She sought to have our skills enhance.
Beneath the time’s flowing tide;
Bless the thoughts that made me sail.
And higher aims that still prevail.
Though years have passed – recall her words
To stimulate like the moistest herbs.
Her mysteries one can not explain;
How rainbows appear – when there’s no rain.
Fit for a Poet’s finest thoughts;
Can’t long forget – how she taught.
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This poem is dedicated to Ms Kaukab Tariq without whom I would have never discovered the love and passion for Literature.
Form: Pindaric Ode
Posted on Midweek Motif @ Poets United