Sitting in the exam hall,
mind bogged ;
with ratios, equations and curves,
I looked around in agony
to find a reason to continue,
just in time,
to find the invigilator roaming nearby,
carrying a stack of paper, with one hand.
I looked at him to find traces of,
misery, anger and hopelessness.
a kind, encouraging smile
is what I got.
Which alone was enough
to get me buried in the paper, again.
This is based on a young lecturer at my university who lost his right arm due to a road accident when he was a student. He never once talked about his loss at class, but he showed us all by example how personified courage looks like . He never fails to fulfil the duties intended to be performed by a lecturer, and continues to inspire students, not with words but by actions.