Teachers Poem by Pragathi Pamarthi
Teachers
We travel in here, in this world of a maze,
Wild, young, mercurial, and free.
With many things around, ruining us,
Someway too blind to notice or see.
If we ain't got roses and threads,
Don't destroy them who are we?
But in a society of fame and hatred,
Selfless beings handover's the key.
To the future, that's not yet known.
But will have all, including you and me.
They shine out bright like the sun,
Burning in themselves, happy.
They're 'teachers' though their not just a word,
They water with knowledge-a growing tree.
They foster all our thoughts and schemes,
Nurturing and caring, our bruised knee
They're great to the length of Andromeda,
More valuable than the mantle of 55 Cancri e.
Dear teachers, we are waxed with your wisdom,
And to have you with us, how blessed are we!
A beautiful tribute to teachers ceremoniously rich in tone. An insightful piece of poetry nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
Such a beautiful to our teachers dear. Thanks for sharing it.
Great ode to teachers. Indeed next to mother teachers are our source of inspiration, hope guidance and all. Beautifully penned. Great admirations.
A beautiful tribute to teachers ceremoniously rich in tone. An insightful piece of poetry written with conviction. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
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I would like to translate this poem
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Write comment. Such a beautiful start, Pragathi. Read my poem, Teachers. Thanks