The school is yours.
The school laws yours.
How to teach?
How long to teach?
All orders yours.
Holidays, working days,
Games days, meeting days.
All decisions yours.
All guidelines yours.
Exam days, picnic days,
Half days, full days.
All arrangements yours.
All instructions yours.
Teach slow, teach swift
Use smile.use fist.
All commands yours.
All directions yours.
My opinions are wicked.
My feed back is overlooked.
My talk is a protest.
My word causes unrest.
All decrees yours.
All edicts yours.
Failures are mine.
Distinctions are yours.
Blame is mine.
Credit is yours.
Loss is mine.
Gain is yours.
I am not a robot.
I am a teacher.
Itoo have a heart.
I too feel hurt.
I too feel hurt.
Such a nice poem, Sahil S. Read my poems " Teachers" & " Love and L u s t. " Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Blame is mine. Credit is yours. Loss is mine. Gain is yours. I am not a robot. I am a teacher. Thinking over the life of a teacher and brooding over all that can be to make oursleves bloom in our profession. tony