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  learnt  to express myself 

       My mother  who was second --
       To none but   Nature herself 
       Who taught me to voice my needs
       Through sounds and  monosyllables 

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

      And who could read my mind
      Without  my uttering a word
      And sense my  humblest  need 
      As if it were her own.

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

    Having  made  me familiar with  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 regular learning
    But  not the end of  their unwritten  role 
    As my standing   mentors   and guides
     To help me ever in tough times.

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

   These  gems of wisdom and  moral  values
   I always  treasure  as    priceless assets 
  That I'll protect and uphold all  through    
   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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