The fruits we all enjoy today
All come from seeds our teachers sowed,
That grew into huge trees on soil,
They nurtured life-time, night and day.
Their selfless sacrifices done,
Had come from hearts of immense love
For pupils - pupils of their eyes,
On every lane under the sun.
Yet, students forget teachers fast,
Like parents too, who taught them once;
Our teachers lit our minds and hearts,
Once dark with ignorance, in past.
Sans teachers, did we learn to walk
And talk in climes of literacy?
They made our rosy world today,
And future, brighter all the way.
Honour your teachers on this day
By words of kindness, gratitude;
They never sought returns in life,
But taught and guided us all, aye!
Dedicated with reverence to all
My teachers dear, alive and dead.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 27-08-2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a pretty poem about a pretty day.