On My Fifth Year Of Teaching

First, I thank the first The very first Teacher My mother and then My brother Who brought a teacher in me. I have learned, adored And a lot of life The life Which I led And What I lead today. Before I stepped in the Temple The temple of teaching I was asked to struggle And know why I should become a teacher? I was asked to know the hunger I was to know the value of time Asked for the poverty Know the reality. I remember my hardest past The days I have walked The sweat and swollen legs And the eagerness to move on. I appreciate the world Who taught me to be tough To acknowledge the fate And create the rest. Well, today when I see my past I gain to give the best in my task I am thankful for everything My days, my nights, under his lights. Oh! Lord of seven hills Am grateful to have learned your lessons And never will I ask for reasons. You made me new and alive By creating a teacher in me I Owe, I will give my best I will teach and keep teaching Till I better my best…..