Oh.........Those Teachers - Poem by santhana louis
There are several one ways
a few make road sense ‘as traffic rules'
those borrowings friends do wantonly default
and numerous outgo, we ourselves often forgot
though married, most of us love for a second phase
forbidden love never comes to the fore
the timely help that someone renders
but, we fail to re-duplicate the same kindness
somehow our selfish soul is happy at the benefits
that we knowingly discredit by such one way practice
patience, alms, sacrifices, tolerance and so on
are one way or other the hallmarks of good signs
like the most dedicated teacher's forty years' service
receives nothing in return…………except a small pension.
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