Cannot be died as a teacher
It is not for the fact that a teacher does not die
Yet he should not die before he gets recognition
From the Hall of fame
Or from the office of certification
This not my ambition
Nor is it the aspiration of that teacher who teaches English
In a remote village, among the unprivileged
It is the desire of all whoever becomes a teacher
Let's kindle the fire in every heart
Let's raise the flame of the lamp of every mind
To see us the road
To walk us the path
The path that has been never seen or trodden
Want they not gold
Nor do they want a plate full of diamond
They just pet a little longing
to make you a son of man
To make this world a better living place for you, me and all
Let them not to drive out the yearn
Let them not to put out the spark
Rather let's celebrate their crave not for them but for us!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem