The Teacher Poem by Rajiv Tripathi

The Teacher
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(Dedicated to those builders of life,
Who made easy the way of my strife.)
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From school to the door of his home
And even the places where he roams
He is surrounded in class
Yet, he remain alone in the mass
Like a huge banyan tree
In the plain Lee
Waving through the wind free
Fearless containing memory of century
He has to give to the society
Thousands of things in variety
Knowledge of history, science and languages
And discovery of different phases
To the saplings of men
He provides knowledge -oxygen
To make them grow and bloom
He toils weaving on the loom
Slowly, he, the builder of incredible society
Where does he go in the mass mighty?
Sometimes when zinging time faced
When life as a student is traced
A glimpse of his floats in lake of eyes
To meet him, the heart cries.