A TEACHER

The room was dark, I alone

Eyes closed, gleaming bright

My teacher appeared suddenly and said,

“So you have become a teacher, right!”

“Yes Sir”, I said,

“I became a teacher

It’s my profession

It’s my livelihood.

I am a teacher

My students call me “Sir”

And I teach period after period.

I am a teacher

I make my lesson plan

And make my students ask.

I am a teacher

I answer all their questions

And make them complete their task.

My teacher smiled and said,

“My child, how many teachers did teach you?

And how many you remember?

Didn’t all these each of them do?

Think how many students

Will remember you and for what?

How many are inspired by you?

And how many think you’re great?

You are a teacher, if your

Heart pains for students pain;

You cry when they cry

And smile when smile they again.

If there is a bond between

You and they

Tis very tight and ionic

You give and give and give and take they.

Do they come to you without fear

And share their problems?

Do they follow you, your character, deed,

And try to inculcate them?

If you inspire and get satisfaction

Preparing them for the future,

Instill humanity, charity and brotherhood;

And my child the list not so small,

And neither it’s easy to become a teacher.