Monday, 5 September 2016

My First Teachers

                                           ON THE TEACHERS' DAY

         Here are these few roses
        To honour my first teachers 
        Who taught me even before 
        I was able to utter a word .

       My mother  who was second --
       To none but   Nature herself 
       Who had taught me to express myself 
       With just a few gestures.
      

      And   show my  infant  emotions 
      Through strange  but  cute  movements
      Sometimes through  sweet smiles 
      Sometimes  with cries  and  tears 

       But my  mother could  understand all
      Without  my uttering a word
      And sense my  humblest  need 
      As if it were her own.

      My Father, who helped me enter
     The  world of  books and knowledge 
     Starting with the first alphabet 
      To  the  entire world of  three Rs 

    Having  made  me familiar with the basics 
    Of   letters and  numbers and manners
   He took me by hand one  morning  
   And led me to a formal school.

    And that was the start of schooling
    But  not the end of  their role 
    As my standing mentors  
     In the event of tough trials .

   Till the close  of their  own existence
    They  enriched  my mind and heart
   With precious pearls of  wisdom 
   Gathered in their journey of life.

   These  gems of wisdom and  values
   I   treasure  as    priceless assets 
  That I'll protect and uphold always  
   As long as this life permits.

  For though the teachers may cease to exist 
  The legacies they  leave   live  on
 And keep on growing with  time
 To benefit generations to come.



    

   


      

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