Oh! my dear teacher, please, one day become my student,
before I shall teach you anything I shall go to the roads
where thousands of people meet both their ends and I shall
wander through lanes and by-lanes where destitute lives,
before teaching you how to write poetry I must believe in
one humanity, before teaching you any song let me burry
deep the ego and anger let me drink vanity in the glass of
amber, let me visit the street where people kill hate and love
is not only a word of four letters, I must take a few days off
to practice what I teach, I just need to hammer inside what
is called hypocrite,
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I would like to translate this poem
Life experiences itself teaches...., though sometimes through painful lessons. One who started life at a disadvantage, comes out stronger and wiser. Nice write.