molded with fashion to lend a hand,
the express tongue that
quest the moment of time; as the ages placidly
turning to glow beyond the sunset
of memory
wishing the star the lullaby of
every child heard and sings the breathing flesh
of young minds; capture the lasting
wisdom of the past, soon the droplets
of passion zeal the conquering
heart to go
the night wake after the glow
and the wind blow before it gone; where the
heart serve the soul reunited the
humble beginning of trust and compliments
to the beyond of time
... Commitment stock in the heart had
played role the soul of servant-hood
"a poem heartily dedicated to all Teachers on this
century '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem