A Tribute...

‘You naughty little boy!

dare you do this again’…

I used to hear this from

everyone around me, and

I used to think, they are bad!

not only me, but all my friends…

if I did that again, I was punished mad!

I felt, I was imprisoned

I was dragged to the class

and I was made surrender myself

for all the sins I made…

and, I had no options!

I could see my parents happy!

but they heard complaints often

and started punishing me…

they were asked to meet my teachers

to give a mouthful in front of them

and I was in tears for many days…

but they came back to me every moment

they hugged and kissed me…

even if I was bad… it didn’t matter!

all the time, they taught me good,

they gave me freedom of expression,

and freedom from being within!

I failed many a times…

I was made re-do things I hate to do,

could not play with friends many a days

I hated everything when it comes to studying

I was rude to them…

never bothered getting punished…

It was tough to make me do well,

but, they came back to me every moment

they smiled at me, loved me the way i was,

they made me realize what 'I am',

they gave me power to be on my own

conquering times, I grew up tough!

As the time goes on, I think of them

every moment and they come in many forms!

without them, I mean nothing…

It was them who gave me

conviction of speech, power of good

and freedom of love….

I read and I write; all because of them,

because of their generosity

and devotion for the cause…

I salute my teachers for their spirit

and for making me see myself

and to lead the life I dreamt of…

Happy Teacher's Day!

Wishing you all the best to touch lives of many more who are in need of you!

Srik

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