First Day - Std. I - (Lessons For The Teacher!) - Poem by Usha Pisharody
A new year, and fifty
bright, sunny faces-
washed squeaky clean.
Looking in askance.
I smile, as I walk in.
The sun dims a little,
patches of clouds building up-
a thunder storm in the making.
Knowing I’m the demi-god
who made it happen-
I know I need to switch roles..
Cross the divide
(The Teacher’s Table)
And be one with the Dew Drops-
with them this precious moment.
Be not the wind,
but the water – adapt, carry and flow!
For it is in the child’s laughter
That the lessons of life are best learnt!
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