A Teacher's Tears

Oh, my child! I taught you History with love

So that you may learn about world civilization

The greatness of Shivaji and Mahatma Gandhi

But you learnt about the war and bloodshed

You learn to the hate, riot to kill and destroy

Oh, my child! I taught you Geography, so that

You may learn the variants in lovely nature

The height of mountains and depth of oceans

But you learnt to draw boundaries and fight

You divided the land and the flowing rivers

Oh, my child! I taught you about Science

To learn the wonders of nature and the Universe

But you adulterated poor man’s food and medicine

You polluted the air, water and eroded the soil

You made bombs and missiles to kill innocents

Oh, my dear child! I taught you mathematics

To add and multiply the nature’s energy and gifts

But you added communal violence and divided people

You multiplied differences and fractioned the Nation.

Oh, my dear child! I wish I had not taught you anything

But allowed you to remain as you were in the jungle

When you lived in the cave happy with your life

The world would have been a much better place

When you were left in the jungle, uncultured, uneducated.