An angel whom I always dreamt
Stood live right in my front
She was oozing with her overt beauty
That made me to get a little naughty
I so wanted to grab all her attention
And soon meddled with my friend, though
I had no intention
Her eyes fell at the sight
And asked the reason for our fight
She held me by my shirt collar
And slipped her hand in my pocket, in
search of the missing dollar
She was glad to find one there
Yet grinned at me for not being fair
She warned me never to do such a thing
And asked me to hand it over to my
fellow buddy Zing
I obeyed all that I was instructed
And never such a thing I ever repeated
This was an incident when I was a teen
And my angel was none but my maths
teacher Parveen