Teachers Far From Schools Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

My heart goes to them on this Teacher's Day
To those that try teach with no teaching tools,
To those that walk nowhere in sight of schools,
Teachers no less still teaching in own way—

Teachers that teach all around passing day,
For thanks nor yet for a round of applause,
Love of the wards sole cause if cause there was,
To stalwarts such me seem be Teacher's Day.

The first that comes to mind's aid mothers are,
And with them come sisters, elder or not,
From memory still never be they far,
Things they teach stay stuck, and long after taught.

One of mankind's oldest to teach ever—
Nature may trail mothers but only just,
It works if one has patience, faith and trust,
Nature has all there is to deliver.

And teachers there be too esoteric
For today's times fleeting at speed of light,
Even spiders to this should get a pick,
Spinning webs, failing and falling from height;

And that reminds me of mistakes men make,
Life's nothing if not learning, unlearning,
And relearning for yet another take,
A fertile ground for a life-long farming!

If child a father be of man— a sense
With poets who see sprouts when just is seed,
And if you've failed to freeze your innocence,
Get into child's mind for creative lead.

And if a simple soul complex hast grown,
And if morphed into an opaque mirror,
Look within; burnish that child's hidden bone,
And errors shall no more be such terror!

And this list can grow untidily long—
In Hindu pantheon, gods there be no few,
But all you meet also have guru's hue!
If ye must learn enough is just a gong,
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Reflections | 01.09.16 |