Education Offbeat Personal Poetry

Teacher: Priestess of School

I would like to dedicate this poem to Ms. Nikki Ellis and Mrs. Sharmila Lahiri, two of my former teachers. To them, I may have been just another face in a sea of students, but their work has made a huge impact on me. As a small token of my gratitude, I would like to present them this poem. Hope you enjoy it!


School was a shrine of knowledge,
The humble priestess there made me pledge
To always persevere and to work hard,
And for the song of growth, she was the bard.


She nurtured me curiosity
To learn, she made it a felicity.
She pushed me to focus and concentrate,
And gave me the pen to write my own fate.


Kind but stern, she held the lamp,
Encouraging me through the dark and damp.
You taught me lessons beyond books,
Judged me for my talent, and not my looks.


She lit the fire and kindled my spark,
Trained me to swim a sea of competition and make my mark.
Thank you for your determination to make me strong,
I shall be eternally grateful now and long.

Geethika Simma

A kindred spirit with a dry wit and a sharp tongue. I have an unhealthy obsession with reading and writing. I also sing a bit and shuffle my feet to music which I’d like to think as dance. When I leave my hair out, I look like someone who enjoys sticking their fingers in the electrical socket.

This blog is an outlet for my scribbles, doodles, and occasionally a platform for my poetry and artwork. It could be a simple observation about life or a heated debate about the political atmosphere in India – any topic under the sun and galaxies beyond could serve as writing material for me.

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