No my name does not mean Daffodils nor do I have a bunch of daffodils growing in my backyard, in fact I have never seen that flower to be frank. My only connection is that once upon a time I had to mug up the poem for a secondary exam . But whenever I hear that word I am reminded of the simple things in life . And it is always the simple things that matter most in life .
…. Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in….
Teacher is very exited ..she is dancing , tossing her head , moving around …afternoon class , strong winds most of us are either sleeping or almost nearing that point .Suddenly teacher found her prey ..someone was caught red handed sleeping “how many daffodils did the poet see ?” … the guy was dazed did not even know what was going on ..he surely had that look of “you woke me up to ask the count of some silly flower?”..now in comes the most suicidal yet integral elements of life ..friends!!! Someone in the front row mimed without the teachers notice “ten thousand”…he smiled looked at the teacher boldly ..and said “ten “ …”the poet saw 10 daffodils”.. the whole class burst out laughing
Now the teacher is not someone who would laugh along when students laugh at one of classic poems of all times. “Oh …ok so he saw only 10 eh?..maybe you can count the remaining outside the class…and all who wants to laugh …may go out and help him count ..” Oops ..there is pin drop silence ..
The end paragraph is very important , every line is important .. “ u ..u in the back row tell me why the poets heart fills with pleasure “ whoever was in the back row started frantically searching for the lines …teacher is impatient “last two lines ..” now my friend who just woke up said “because the poem ended” .. teacher heard that ..she smiled feebly and told …”at your age ..you will never understand the beauty of a poem..” and that was the last time she asked questions about daffodils or any other flower.
Its a simple memory ...Its a Daffodil
…. Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in….
Teacher is very exited ..she is dancing , tossing her head , moving around …afternoon class , strong winds most of us are either sleeping or almost nearing that point .Suddenly teacher found her prey ..someone was caught red handed sleeping “how many daffodils did the poet see ?” … the guy was dazed did not even know what was going on ..he surely had that look of “you woke me up to ask the count of some silly flower?”..now in comes the most suicidal yet integral elements of life ..friends!!! Someone in the front row mimed without the teachers notice “ten thousand”…he smiled looked at the teacher boldly ..and said “ten “ …”the poet saw 10 daffodils”.. the whole class burst out laughing
Now the teacher is not someone who would laugh along when students laugh at one of classic poems of all times. “Oh …ok so he saw only 10 eh?..maybe you can count the remaining outside the class…and all who wants to laugh …may go out and help him count ..” Oops ..there is pin drop silence ..
The end paragraph is very important , every line is important .. “ u ..u in the back row tell me why the poets heart fills with pleasure “ whoever was in the back row started frantically searching for the lines …teacher is impatient “last two lines ..” now my friend who just woke up said “because the poem ended” .. teacher heard that ..she smiled feebly and told …”at your age ..you will never understand the beauty of a poem..” and that was the last time she asked questions about daffodils or any other flower.
Its a simple memory ...Its a Daffodil
good one...took me back a few years....how stupid of us to have mugged up all these gems w/o realising the beauty!
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