I saw my old School teacher in a mall,
I ran to see her, was about to fall.
I was seeing her after a decade,
She was my class teacher, sixth grade.
She was astonished to see me,
She could not recognize me.
Well, how can I help you? She asked,
I could not speak at first, was so surprised.
Teacher dear, I am your student of high school.
You always helped me you were so cool.
She looked bewildered and astonished,
Ma’am, you once saved me from being punished.
I had stolen a beautiful pen of my classmate,
It was very expensive was my estimate.
You asked us to close our eyes and face the wall,
You checked our pockets I quite recall.
When you found the pen in my pocket,
My heart started beating high as a rocket.
But you did not say a word,
And returned the pen to Edward.
Had you mentioned I were a thief,
I would have been ridiculed, living in grief.
You were my savior,
This incident changed my behavior.
She smiled and patted me,
I did not know you were the thief, you see.
Since I too had searched with eyes closed,
So the thief could not be disclosed.
I loved all my children and wanted them to grow,
Who had done it, never wanted to know.
Again a lesson was taught,
Change yourself even if you are NOT caught.