LINGISTIC MONKA Poem by Jvl narasimharaoThis poem is about a professor who I admire mostWhen we were groping in the dark Without any linguistic spark A monk came from a cave And showed us the pedagogic wave
His face was as beautiful as the moon light We were all mesmerized by his sight His smile is always a beauty This reminds all of us our professional duty
He considers me one of his disciples I always follow his principles He has literary efflorescence With a lot of academic arrogance
He shows us a divine candle And guide us how to handle He makes us to enchant the word discourse I know all of you know his name, of-course
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5 Reviews Added on July 19, 2012 Last Updated on July 19, 2012 AuthorJvl narasimharaoANDHRA PRADESH, ASIA, IndiaAboutI am JVL NARASIMHA RAO from India.I write poems both in my mother tongue and in English, my favourite tongue.I am an english teacher, trainer, resource person and text book writer.English is my breat.. more..Writing
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