My Teachers. Poem by Nabakishore Dash

Mother's womb is
full of darkness.
We remain there
for nine months.

Birth enables us
to see the light of Cosmos,
the leaves see,
the flowers see,
the sky sees,
the animals see
the same sunlight
as we see.
Still there is a veil of darkness,
the garb of ignorance on us.

This veil is taken off
by proper education
imparted by noble institutions.
Excellent teachers
skilled in communication
taught us alphabets to jargons,
numbers and their interactions,
shared our burden,
inhaled some chalk power,
struggled with dusters
on black boards,
listened, with patience,
all our queries,
offered logical trust worthy
solutions,
took care, tried hard,
to build, in us,
a strong foundation,
make us complete humans,
hence worthy of all admiration.

Gift of food is a relief
for some time,
gift of knowledge
is the solution for life time,
our teachers do this
for no selfish gain,
they take our success
as their credit,
our failure is their debit.

I earned my bread and butter,
also for my parents and children,
progress successfully
through many
turbulence and turmoils of life,
all due to their magnanimous
blessings and contribution.

My head bows down,
for ever, before all my teachers,
my heart is, for ever,
full of humility
and gratitude to them.
Pray them, my God,
remember their faces
and advice in
my mental realm.