Full Circle Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Full circle

Was a child in village,
Am not sure of my age…

Whatever, whenever,
Our master and teacher
Was kind of "All in one."

He handled everything,
Management and teaching
By the board stood, kept reading.

His circles in one go
Were always full, perfect,
Dressed board with fashion.

Long after I met him
With some of ex-pupils
While joking and laughing.

Many of them finished
Colleges, universities,
To them, he, illiterate.

I did then, do today
Look at him with respect
Even if I have read
Books, papers of research
In folds, more than he heard.

He was the base on which
I became this building…

Then the boys, were no girls
Counted less than fingers
Of the hands, for two men…

We, all the four grades
Used a room, one, single
In the house of a man who
Believed in training
Of men for tomorrows.