I was a teacher,
Not by choice but chance.
A story I won’t enhance.
Slowly, I got the hang of a Black board & chalk.
Like falling snowflakes, my hair would dance,
With the lessons & Classroom talk.
Gradually, I picked up white board & marker.
Vibrant colors colored me & the board.
With fables new & old.
Hesitantly, I turned on the smart board.
Blurred I was, switching windows and pressing keys.
Sang-through believing it to be the bottom most.
Implausibly, we sailed online.
We assembled the school campus on Zoom & Teams.
Connect fast! The corridor echoes on what’s app!
Teachers are off meeting students online.
Can we be off to working online?
With hope, we will exchange the greetings offline.