I am a teacher for almost two decades,
My students have created wonders and arcades.
But for me ,every teacher’s day is not just a day of getting applauded,
I do get drenched in praises,hugs and sometime tearful thanks too,
But my mission is yet not complete,
I am yet not satisfied with my achievements.
There is this child somewhere ,unlettered and uncared
Someone who is bullied,who needs to be trusted that he can face them.
A shy child lost in a crowded class,
Or someone who needs to take an off beat subject to show her real penchant.
Though I have been there to help most of them ,when they need,
But there are some ,who hate me too almost.
The day i breathe my last,I want to think of all those lovely faces,
My light may be fading ,but my soul will carry with it their love and its traces.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
An interesting and engaging confessional poem.
A candid and heartfelt poem.
Dedication to teaching at its highest level! Bravo!
Heartfelt; Good one indeed.