It’s been 11 years 8 months 7 days 12 hours ago….
The world forgot but I didn’t
Three teachers and a student
They saw the child’s silent abilities
Foretold what the future may hold for this kid
One teacher observed the child’s creative abilities and said she would be a famous artist one day
The next teacher saw the child’s cleaver ways of playing with words and foretold that she would be a writer one day.
The last teacher thought and held the child’s hand to realize that it was cold as ice on a hot Summer’s eve. The teacher declared she would be a good doctor. As a cold hands means a warm heart as a old saying goes.
Little did the teachers know what the child wanted to be …..
But the teachers words remained with her
The child promised herself that she would achieve them all….
After years of struggle the child kept up to her promise one after the other
She drew till this elbows and hands were covered in paint and charcoal
until his fingers could not hold a pencil no more
Even when the world mocked her creation
Teaching herself to be consistent even when no one saw her growth
When others ridiculed her stubborn worthless talents
As she lived with a antisocial life.
That was struggling in the midocracy race
She studied all night for a prefix that cost her youth
Case studies and treating patients are the only things that revolved her day
From labs to clinical departments
At mid night in the glimpse of moonlight she would turn into a writer or perhaps a poet
Writing the vibe of various tales and emotions that she is yet to experience
Little did she know that she was creating paths for others to follow
The three teachers quietly watched the child become a young women
climbing higher and higher on the ladder of success year after year
And proving their words
Keeping the pride of joy washing them
The walls of the school whispered the triumphs of the same kid who was bullied for being different
The same kid that made the difference
© G.V Raghavasree