Treasure Island

Mazid S Kazi , INDIA

(8\10\1951 / S A Q, Karnatak India)

A teacher is the best artist of the child


A teacher is the best artist of the child
He is also the builder of a strong Nation,
If his art fails the statue, this child will be wild,
Then, what about the future of our Nation?
Negligent teacher's children become bad,
This is a mysterious hit to him by Nature,
A good teacher does his duty what he had,
His children will be fine by the grace of God,
Teacher is blessed by God if he teaches well,
He should think that every child is his own,
Tomorrow before God every teacher has to tell,
In society a good teacher is well known,
A careless teacher is cursed to go to hell,
A good teacher lives with a honored crown.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 02, 2010
Edited: Saturday, June 05, 2010

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