chemistry and its teacher

This subject is chemistry,

And it is full of mystery,

As if the reactions r made in factory,

But our class is like laboratory.

The surname of our sir is rana,

And he is leading as madanlal khurana,

But his style is unique in this zamaana.

When he starts organic,

Our class starts to panic,

But he gave us a simple tonic,

And saved us from sinking like titanic.

He teach us with great style,

And also make us laugh with his closeup smile,

But he tries to make us agile.

Now its time for resonance,

And we r studying with no common sense,

But our sir felt hyperconjugation’s presence,

When I and E effects are in absence.

Our sir started teaching us in action,

When we r trying to understand the reaction,

And sir’s both hand has no connection,

Becoz one is benzene and other is doing conjugation.

When he say us to imagine something,

We r ready to think anything,

Then our room changes into a molecule with a ring,

And we all become electronegative in thinking.

Then he starts solid state,

When we r thinking about fate,

And he told us about the date,

When JJ Thomson wake up late.

Kekule an deewar gave some structure,

But my leg is about to fracture,

And sir is busy with his lecture,

That sun is going to die in future.

One thing that I want to tell,

That he teaches us very well,

But one thing I am not going to forgot even in hell,

Is the melodious sound of our sir’s cell.

At last he teaches us about aromaticity,

When I was suffering from acidity,

But my friends were busy in testing basicity,

And our sir left us to rule the whole city.