Teacher's Day Poem by Gajanan Mishra

I observe
Teacher's day
Speaks fire
With no smoke.
Smokes, with
No syllable
I watch
On top of towers.

With teachers,
I am not to die.
I talk about human,
Not in waves of laughter.
In my own language
I salute all teachers.

I am willing to give
My fingers,
But I must know
At this time, teachers
Must not be cheaters.

Teachers are never
Takers, but see
Teachers are Frighteners
And I am the loser.

Yet as a learner,
I want to give the dues
To be paid
To teachers.
And I observe,
Observe this day.