The Job Of An Educator Poem by sreelekha premjit
The Job Of An Educator
Its so difficult to keep the grin
when deep inside is the din
of curses heard and unheard
of advices that rebound
(having clashed against the void)
Its so difficult to keep that grin broad
and in place as you count insults heaped
wishes so palpable and not so good
the dear heart is broken and needs to be held! ! ! !
Its so difficult to cut across the ice
of anger, cold hatred and ire
some times true and sometimes not so true
the knowledge of which dampens desire
the job of an educator is made difficult
when cutting swords is all that seems to happen.
at times we need to put up a disguised face and sport a cheeky smile, Sreelekha...good meaningful write...10
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4/25/2024 6:12:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Thick-skin, along with the tempering the apropriates of discipline & accolade, will inthe long run...earn a respect that nevr cheats you.There will always be those few exceptions to the rule...but these are the ones whose respect is insignifiucant...as these are the ones who first need to embrace self-respect. I may be wrong, but i sense a taste of autobiographics in play here.Such acccurate depiction of your theme-setting speaks of 1st hand experience...Very Nice Work. F j R 2009