Why are we teachers
The guides,The mentors
lose direction so often
and treat our cares
as if they are a burden colossus.

'Sir I haven't understood this'
invites derision and ghastly epithets,
or it is explained again
seasoned with favour and anger hidden.

Many come to the class
ready to fill their wards
with reading from the book
and avoiding explanation by hook or by crook.
'You dud's' you don't even know this!
You don't deserve to be in a class like this!

The work is given with lot of flair
Adding to the list of child's despair
Some understand it,many don't
Wondering how to get past this hurdle
Without feathers getting ruffled

The papers are submitted for correction
with plenty of apprehension
and imagining the worst of repercussions.
But lo and behold
they get the papers back
without any marks blue or black.

Once in a long while
A teacher comes along
Who treats the child
as a potential source
of God's light
And nurtures his wards
like rain falling on earth parched
sowing seeds of possibilities endless.

What do you feel about these lines? Do send in your comments and also if you could suggest a suitable title to these rumblings.