First, I thank the first
The very first Teacher
My mother and then My brother
Who brought a teacher in me.
I have learned, adored
And a lot of life
The life Which I led
And What I lead today.
Before I stepped in the Temple
The temple of teaching
I was asked to struggle
And know why I should become a teacher?
I was asked to know the hunger
I was to know the value of time
Asked for the poverty
Know the reality.
I remember my hardest past
The days I have walked
The sweat and swollen legs
And the eagerness to move on.
I appreciate the world
Who taught me to be tough
To acknowledge the fate
And create the rest.
Well, today when I see my past
I gain to give the best in my task
I am thankful for everything
My days, my nights, under his lights.
Oh! Lord of seven hills
Am grateful to have learned your lessons
And never will I ask for reasons.
You made me new and alive
By creating a teacher in me
I Owe, I will give my best
I will teach and keep teaching
Till I better my best…..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem