World Teacher Poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya

A drum A drum
He comes
There comes the world teacher
Every blade of grass is thrilled
Every dust particle is thrilled
Every direction East West North South
Is happy though in sadness
They are happy
Because he will teach us sanity
They are sad because they know beforehand
That the son of Love and Light
Will once again bleed
He will find life in death
And the world will learn
That a battle is not lost
Until and unless it is lost