An Old Teacher Poem by Ajitav Basak

Ferocious rowdy waves of the east
Or young yet to mature currents of the west
This is the exact delusion
I am in when I start penning down your natural fusion

The innocence of a kid, cookies who want
And for that any train he can shunt
Or the rage of the ever burning fire
Who can burn down the whole shire

Innocence ends with age
Not with kid captured in a cage
Aggression ends with love
Not when it's aired like a shove

But Hearing the thunder in our ears
For now our sight isn't so clear
Listening to your disbelief, anger, and depression
While inside u have aggression

Are you hiding all yourself away right under the skin
For it may blast as is so very thin
Destroying the person you are
Waking up to the person you never were

It's always said every grass cannot grow rice
Every long hair do not grow lice
All uses axe not for fun
But to cut in a day no one can learn.