The Four Warriors of English
-- A poem about my dear MA English students Batch 2023-2025, MCCHE&T
The four brave hearts have now moved on,
Their chapter closed, their journey drawn.
Yet stepping into their vibrant space,
Always brought me peace and grace.
My comfort zone, my sacred ground,
Where joy in teaching I had found.
Varadath, Devika, Pranav, and she—
Vishnupriya, all dear to me.
No groupism, no harsh divide,
Just unity walking side by side.
They learned with hearts so open, wide—
With calm respect, and gentle pride.
Bilingual moments, laughter, light,
Their presence made the classroom bright.
Though farewells never came to be,
No tears were shed—but stayed in me.
They were more than just my class,
A fleeting time that came to pass.
They were the soul of MCCHE&T,
Where love for teaching bloomed in me.
I miss them now with every breath,
Their absence echoes more than death.
But hope is strong, and prayers sincere—
For happy days and futures clear.
May kindness guide their every deed,
May honesty be what they heed.
May peace and wisdom light their way,
And make them proud each dawning day.
Let not just trophies mark their name,
But how they played life’s truest game.
Good humans, humble, strong and wise,
With stars of values in their skies.
To them I send my blessings deep,
May love and courage ever keep.
And may their hearts forever be,
The pride of parents—and of me.
-- Sai Varenya
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