Spark

Cannot be died as a teacher It is not for the fact that a teacher does not die Yet he should not die before he gets recognition From the Hall of fame Or from the office of certification This not my ambition Nor is it the aspiration of that teacher who teaches English In a remote village, among the unprivileged It is the desire of all whoever becomes a teacher Let's kindle the fire in every heart Let's raise the flame of the lamp of every mind To see us the road To walk us the path The path that has been never seen or trodden Want they not gold Nor do they want a plate full of diamond They just pet a little longing to make you a son of man To make this world a better living place for you, me and all Let them not to drive out the yearn Let them not to put out the spark Rather let's celebrate their crave not for them but for us!