When my third grade teacher
taught me how to make collages
by cutting figures from magazines
and pasting them on chart papers,
I never bothered to learn
as I found it too useless to be.
Now in Life when I see Men
cut and paste friends and
relatives, according to
their needs and I, unable
to do either, realize, my teacher
was teaching life to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is too good for words... Cat