The Teacher Poem by Priyanka Roy

A teacher is like the fresh Breez,
That comes not only to charm from the sacred deeds of trees

But to take away
All the dust
All the noxious elements
From our skin, ears and eyes
To give us a blooming rise;


A teacher is like the pure holy sound,
That appears not only to repair from the honest hymn's mound

But to soften
All the wounds
All the human griefs
Of our body and soul
And to give us an utmost relief;

A teacher is not only the occupational one
It is each of the steps from which we get to learn;

A teacher always wants our life to fly away
To where our heart say,
It boosts us to discover the mercury of life
For what we are looking far to live,
And along with that to tie a knot
We should fly away without a second thought.