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Its a poem dedicated to one of the coolest faculties of my college. Though not a farewell gesture but a token of gratitude cherishing few funny but everlasting moments of learning spent with him.He is indeed worth our admiration!

This is to tell a man
Bad at handling compliments,
But gives epic comments.
Who observes everything.
Everything that is
Happening around.
To save us from
Falling down.
He is a soul perhaps
Acknowledged by all.
A ‘divine’ presence
Needed by all.
You were always there
To handle us.
Handle our stupid
And acute issue,
From relationships to family
Our gratitude was due.
Accepting our innocent
Marwari invitation!
To the advice
“You both need to loosen up a bit”
This created a sensation.
Our over textured road,
Which turned you onto
A hilarious mode!
To our disastrous
EOD display!
Sir, you never
Left us astray.
The day when you
Entered the class
Like a mango bite
Promised a reward
For our posters(dd)
Aren’t we right?
But you failed to
Keep the promise,
But that is fine with us,
Because in the end
You save us from
All our self created fuss.
From your superman watch
To guessing your
 T-Shirt’s colour
And  the minion phone cover
We are disciples you
are yet to discover
When we get into any soup
N cant find an exit loop
the first thought in
our mind is you
just wondering
what you would do?
All your college stories
Are on our finger tips
We are so used to
 your sarcastic comments
That the compliments almost flip
This poem is just a gist,
We can go on and on
It’s a never ending list!


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