Messy me

I was never perfect for I never wanted to be one
Messed and whimsical
Like the tangles of my hair
I followed the rhythm of life
Winning the trophy or the first place
Never lured me
Imperfection always beckoned me
For this is what I called life.

Critics looked at me with scornful eyes
The sneers and  jibes
Never deterred me to follow my natural course
I could not become a doctor or an engineer
But my profession became a mother of all.

Yes I am teacher
Who can kindle light and hope
And the imperfect paths of my life
Stopped me from walking on the tight rope