In the Pen of a Retired Teacher #ThankyouTeacher #Teacher'sDay

Alone sitting in my old armchair

In the front veranda

Purposelessly think of by-gone working days,

The very first day and the grand farewell

In my honour,

And the days between them,

Mixed with joy,smile,tears and grief.

Memories are flashing one by one

Making me flown in their streams.

Was there almost five and thirty years;

And this thought is tormenting

The required strength of living

The remaining days.

Now all days are my holidays,

And leisure is my only mate.

I enriched the vessel of my teaching life

A little.

I witnessed the birth of many new possibilities,

And the death of many young hopes.

In the cycle of Nature

Some go and some come to fill the emptiness.

I will not be perennial,

But I will live, and surely live

In the hearts of my children-my students.