Ode On Those Who Make Future Citizens - Poem by MBJ Pancras
A Tribute To All Teachers Across The World
On The Occasion Of Teachers’ Day (05/09/2015)
Thou the sculptor magnificently made by the Creator,
Thou foster-parent of wit and emotion sensitively designed,
Scholarly carved in and out with magical dimensions of life,
A beautiful story incorporated woven with similes and metaphors,
More than what thou art depicted with the garb of competence,
Thou the artist meticulously carved out with fancy and perception
Of life and art simply wedded poignantly with philosophy.
Thou make Einsteins from the orb of mysterious children
And each of us knows ‘Child is the father of man’.
True and ever is thy genius gracefully transferred unto the little minds,
Thou the muse with thy power of ‘telling and inspiring’ live.
Time can consume physical attire, but scared of thy existence
And thou hast never bowed down before ignorance and callousness,
Never in dreams too have thou thought of children as weed.
Thy songs, thy words, thy utterance, all laden in wisdom,
And thou make all these immortal sowed in the hearts of the buds.
And thou art seen in the memory of thy creations fully-grown later.
Sketches thou have drawn and they’re turned magnum opus.
Each of thy actions is an inspiration unto thy blooming geniuses
Who derive thy countenance with their child-like strategy.
Thou the reader of young books whose freshness builds thy thinking,
And thou art a learner in the world of buds and blooms still.
O Amazing Urn! Gorgeously-designed Ewer!
Knowledge brimming, wisdom crowning thy vocation,
Thy experiences amidst trials and errors speak volumes
Of history whose pages filled none but the joy of thy creations
From rudiments to perfection with allegiance and genuineness.
Thou art decked with wit knit and woven with fragrant blossomWhose aroma fills the land and quickens each of the laden seeds.
Thy geniality and amicability with the wreath of majesty,
Thou the sculpture of the sculptures immortally preserved,
Each of thy portrayal leaves an anecdote, a perfect example!
Thou art ever worshipped for thy unique mission with honesty.
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