Mother's womb is
full of darkness.
We remain there
for nine months.
Birth enables us
to see the light of Cosmos,
the leaves see,
the flowers see,
the sky sees,
the animals see
the same sunlight
as we see.
Still there is a veil of darkness,
the garb of ignorance on us.
This veil is taken off
by proper education
imparted by noble institutions.
Excellent teachers
skilled in communication
taught us alphabets to jargons,
numbers and their interactions,
shared our burden,
inhaled some chalk power,
struggled with dusters
on black boards,
listened, with patience,
all our queries,
offered logical trust worthy
solutions,
took care, tried hard,
to build, in us,
a strong foundation,
make us complete humans,
hence worthy of all admiration.
Gift of food is a relief
for some time,
gift of knowledge
is the solution for life time,
our teachers do this
for no selfish gain,
they take our success
as their credit,
our failure is their debit.
I earned my bread and butter,
also for my parents and children,
progress successfully
through many
turbulence and turmoils of life,
all due to their magnanimous
blessings and contribution.
My head bows down,
for ever, before all my teachers,
my heart is, for ever,
full of humility
and gratitude to them.
Pray them, my God,
remember their faces
and advice in
my mental realm.
I loved reading your wonderful tribute to teachers. Teachers help shape the future.
This wonderful poem made me appreciate more the role of teachers, the backbone of society. Thank you for sharing, Sir.
'gift of knowledge is the solution for life time, our teachers do this for no selfish gain, they take our success as their credit, our failure is their debit.'...a wonderful tribute to teachers....kudos.
A lovely poem of gratitude. Yes we have to thankful to all those teachers who have guided us and prepared us for life ever so patiently and diligently.
I used one of your poems in my: Showcase Of Poems Of August 2022: Some P-H Poems I've Enjoyed Recently, And Now Share With You! , ....found in my PH list of my poems.
Dear Bri, I am feeling an inexpressible joy in my heart for you included Nomophobia in your show case.Sincere thanks.
I'd prefer the WOMB (still) to the class-ROOM. But there were no girls in Mom's womb. : ) bri
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I see this poem as a complete thankfulness to our teachers.. Dear Dr. Dash, your teachers must read this amazing poem too. They must get a copy
My regards to you a
My sincerest regards to you for your encouraging suggestion.Revered Rose Marie also suggeted like you on 30th Nov.2021.Hence I sent a copy to one of my english teachers of school days.His joy new no bounds.He sent me his blessing in a return call.Keeping your suggestions my trial was successful.