Teacher, our God…

a poem by Shah Pravinchandra Kasturchand

The teacher in the class then called me fool
Asked me for the hour to stand on the stool;
I saw him today stooping and walking,
And hardly with any one was he talking.

I came out from the car, leaving the cozy seat,
I blindly ran to him fell and touched his feet;
My eyes were all tears, and his too were teared,
Know not what caused all the oceans appeared.

Now please ask me not what that was,
Not able to answer the why and cause;
Has happened before, has happened now
Shall happen again, and none knows how.