Teacher

I bowed my head in obeisance to the mortal body Of my beloved teacher who taught me in primary school Who made me a human being with thinking capacity And to know the bad and good of the world I live The letters he taught in lower classes made me literate otherwise I might have lived like with my animal instinct His punishment was naturally a little more harsh But the classes he gave us more exemplary and nice The moral stories he told us in its essence and spirit Always made us more imaginative and intelligent I think He followed a simple life with great thoughts Always in his mind we the students lived He expected perfection of studies and to be studious Discipline, hard work, and achievement with titles From competitions in the real spirit of capabilities Cleanliness in dressing and sanitation and cleaning Ensured in the houses through us by his guidance Those who are in disciplined when reported by parent Surely there will be punishment in harsh voices and stick Those who caged the birds and kept in captivity Asked to let them free at once after returning to home He will see that his orders are complied through For which he kept an eye of inquiry in due course Those who sang the patriotic songs in assembly Genuinely will get an admiration from my teacher That was the most respected reward we always expected Those who were shabby in dressing and body languages He will call in staff room and asked the reason If it was due to poverty and circumstances compelled He will let him or her free with a stern warning Face the challenge of life with purity of mind But no compromise at all in life situations on values He taught us the god that saved and saves the world And asked us to live in perfect harmony without illwill Just like different streams in to rivers and then to sea Different religions and thoughts of enlightened minds Leads us to the more happiest world to live with No quarrel each other under any circumstances And try to live with peace and harmony with others He advised me to go through the poems of Tagore The great Indian Poet who is also a nobel laurate I likes still to read Gitanjali the great poem of Tagore The mystical experience it gives me is so beautiful He told me to recite the ancient epics for moral upbringing I followed the path without fail in following life The moral stories of different texts and religions Felt always happy to me to face the life challenges He asked us to respect our parents, elders, and children No doubt we followed the diktat in the correct spirit He asked us to plant shading trees in public places We were always happy to plant such seedlinks He advised us to do community service whenever we can In the youthful days always we practised the advises My respected teacher I bow my head before your body Through which your services rendered for humanity Your teachings and moral stories will be ever remembered In fact we think that you have departed only from the body A teacher in good spirits and services have no death He will ever live through his valuable disciples infinite.