Ode To Students

High spirits come alive everyday,

As their faces in front of me lay,

They are the medicine of my exhaustion,

Feeling low in their presence has no way.

They are like spark in the darkest of times,

The respect they give me, makes my day,

I don't want them to be dependent on me,

I want them to be someone's hope of ray.

I will be only their guide to the world,

They will be the one to find their own way,

I don't need lots of riches & wealth for my teachings,

Their smiles of success is my only pay.