• The day started with an early morning mists,
    The teacher ,walking straight into our class,
    With a text book in her arms,
    A heavy burden for a rusted bones,

    She was standing there while we greet with a smile,
    Standing in front of all of us, Beginning of her mathematic class,
    We , the students, paying our full attention,
    As we working hard to become a useful future citizens,

    Sometimes her, with a happy faces,
    Bringing us full of information and stories,
    And its opposite for her,
    When its come the bad news to her ears,

    A will, to makes us success,
    A hope , of an aged woman,
    An emotion, of a teacher,

    Its all for a greater good in a distant future,
    Which we , the new generation of human race,
    Should plan and discuss of how we should make earth ,a better place to live,
    To avoid unnecessary wars and confrontation, conflicts and conspiracy ,
    A new page of our history textbooks, when all the country in round, green earth,
    Lives in peace , harmony, and unity,

    Her math class soon will end ,
    Her happy smile hiding her true emotion to leave our class,
    A woman with such will to help us to become a great thinker,
    A woman with such great hope to see the future,
    A poem, to my teacher will i remember forever........