Kuperu Sonnet 2

This is a sonnet for my teacher named Prof. Mahalia Sultan. This is to appreciate the moments with her and her kindness throughout the semester.

KUPERU SONNET 2

To what confess should I attest

Teacher, a guide, support you give

To what extent, thou mother, thy best

A gift you are, in life to live

Thy moment, precious teaching shimmer

At noon, mid-afternoon, on Saturday

oh, little do you know, how I wish this to be forever

and there in awe you teach, ,kind words you lay

But time will come, and does it come

when last of meet, so bitter it tastes

When she farewells, how dark this day succumb

and we set foot on road not taken, it hastes

Yet this is not the end, nor last that we will meet

if God wills it, with batchmates, gathered we eat.