Harpreet

Harpreet
Harpreet Singh

Monday, February 28, 2011

Teacher - A poem

A TEACHER



A silent wooden table lying in the front, Like a mountain
with high trees - Papers and Books.
Flowing through the fragrance of flowers of thoughts-
A vast river of knowledge with chants of wisdom.
Sitting on the throne with a pen playing in the hands
and thoughts; like cold breeze, flowing in the mind.
The work of a teacher is to set things right in the school
- bags and books. The world only knows this meaning.
They cant see the heat of sun, they are burning, from inside
but from outside through direct strike of ultraviolet rays --
They burn with the heat of ignorance.
The lucky part is ; knowing the meaning of a teacher.
The vivid nature of that entity--
It is like to open the sky with sheerness and
to fly high in the sky - Fearless . Just like
to feel the vibrant touch of a lovers hand with innocence and wisdom.
The true nature of learning lies in the nature,
which gives to the humanity - A Teacher
Entrusted with the duty to fill the empty pockets and ignite the brains
like a thunderstorm, like a rain shower which fills the empty holes of
the dried eyes of farmers looking for a new birth of prosperity.
The single entity resembles a round but sound Sun of life, the sun of nature
on which lies the secret of learning for trees and flowers of the student’s hearts.
One the source of knowledge; Second the source of light
One the source of service, second the source of energy
One fulfilling the warmth without knowing the dearth;
and second warmth the whole earth.
Endless- the nature of a teacher, the blue, black, red and green,
Colours of pens, The solidarity of the table, the weight of the books.
The rigid responsibilities, heavy and heavy – More heavy, but not for that entity.
The lightest, light of the lightest to save the light of the mightest,
A light not heavy teacher, light on mind, lightest thoughts
with understanding, to make every student fall in love, love with the books.
the words, the sentences, the meanings, to open the paragraph of life with
every line, every single curiosity, to make everyone fly on a teacher’s wings.
The flag of good marks and a cute smile after reaching on the top of that table of mountain.
The table of wood- hard of thoughts, just like a mother’s smile of purity , feeling the warmth of
her newborn, A pure nature’s gift, Not a baby but a miracle , The miracle of good marks
and good thoughts with good people all around taking the gifts in hands, ready to give
to a Teacher.
The true nature of God, the mother, the nature , and strong culpability lies on the shoulder
of a light but heavy teacher of the owner of mountains , trees and flowers
rendering a fragrance all around. Ready to accept any gift from the world of amateurs,
living in dark night; With a promise to accept every single perception as a gift, to gift, for gift
and with a gift of testimony to continue like a great river of teaching,
forgetting all the hurdles of hard and heavy heart of all but none.
To treach is human, to teach is divine...

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