For when a not-expected stomach-ache arrived,
A spare wooden bench behind the partition board
For a quick rejuvenating lie-down,
And at the right moment
Putting us back on our feet again..
A stand-in mom, we could always go to,
To mend torn uniform buttons,
Or unplaited hair to be braided back,
All through this, the typewriter’s soothing clatter
To and fro, To and fro,
"Don't stare, close your eyes, I'm typing out the question
papers!"..
Smiling I would oblige, and ask,
"I have a new article written. Would you type it out for
me?".
Another stare, yet the article reached
On time, in the right class,
A surprise visit of the smiling peon…
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