I Am A Teacher Poem by ashok jadhav

(A figure stands before an imaginary classroom, hands expressive, voice firm yet tender, shifting between pride, frustration, and hope.)

I am a teacher.
Yes… I stand here, day after day, in the quiet chaos of minds that refuse to stay still.
I do not merely speak—I ignite.
I do not merely guide—I wrestle with the spark of curiosity
That hides behind fear, behind doubt, behind the noise of the world.
I have seen eyes light up,
And I have seen them dim under the weight of judgment,
And still… still, I persist.
For every mind I shape, every heart I touch,
Is a victory invisible to the world,
But monumental in the universe I hold in my classroom.
I am the keeper of patience.
I am the challenger of apathy.
I am the voice that says, You can, you must, you will…
Even when the world whispers, No, you cannot.
And yet, I am tired.
I am tested.
I am stretched beyond the limits of my own humanity.
But when one student rises, when one mind awakens,
All exhaustion, all struggle, all frustration
Becomes sacred, becomes holy, becomes triumph.
I am a teacher.
Not for praise, not for glory…
But because I believe in possibility.
Because I believe in minds not yet awake.
Because I believe that a single spark, held long enough,
Can ignite a universe.
I am a teacher…
And this is my rebellion, my vocation, my life.