Angel...

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