I am a Teacher

Longing for the bell to ring,

Everlasting memories flowing its wind;

Engaging ourselves in the blue walls,

Which doesn't limit our mind's hall;

Waiting for the needful compliment,

Searching for the fragrance of its unique dominant;

Aluminium plates flying over the sky,

Taught me to throw my frisbee high;

Hmm, taught me exact silence,

Which really poured our real effervescence;

Cubical room's ambience made me void,

For an experience in this oblate spheroid;

Saying now " I am a Teacher"

Remembers the olden gesture;

Thank you Guru!

For sowing the seed,

But not alone to be fed;

For boosting me to identify the weed,

And I am in the lead;

"I am a Teacher"

Which I believe to be a treasure....