A Journey (Job) Of A Teacher.. Poem by Bijal Gala Shah

Years and years the same old books,
More than decades, now with old looks,
The classrooms changes, the chairs are awkward; but we are not at all coward
What we are.. We love what we are! !
Pupils pull our legs..
And gives us funny tags.
Principals pull our hours..
We're robots with no powers! !
Teaching is not like a bed of flowers;
Yet, What we are.. We love what we are! !
Corrections are big threats,
Heaps of bundles tied with threads
Pen of red and ache of head! ! !
Still, What we are.. We love what we are! !
Multi talented we are,
At times, we are referees; judges; counsellors..
Sometimes we are clerks, reporters, and invigilators..
The shoulders that carry such heaves are qualified as just TEACHERS..! !
Nevertheless, What we are.. We love what we are! !
YouTube, Google, social networking sites are student's preferences..
These sites are approached more often for references.
We are now just puppets of school;
A prop nothing more than a fool..!
We are still eager to get pool of students..
Because What we are.. We love what we are! !
Each year new set of students we welcome
Uncountable challenges we need to overcome
Confidence, knowledge, communication are our weapons
And the command over the textbook lessons..! !
That's why, What we are.. We love what we are;
And WHAT WE DO; WE LOVE WHAT WE DO..! !
Proud to be a TEACHER
A job which is so true! !