A teacher is like the fresh Breez,
That comes not only to charm from the sacred deeds of trees
But to take away
...
Oh! humanity have you forgotten the path of my city;
It had ruined itself with furore and pity.
Here only the river has it's own pace
...
The Teacher
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.