Preaching Teachers... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Preaching teachers, please teach me,
What is not right before I stumble,
The towns with buildings are the structures,
That I know since I was born,
Elderly People call those as new towns and luxury,
Please teach me what old is,
What hardship is, what discomfort is,
What the determination means,
Give us opportunities to learn our own lessons,
Not the lesson of ending as allergic and asthmatic,
By removing all pathogens using disinfectants,
Not the lesson of weak mind that seek for something,
That is called as the term love and affection,
Not the lesson of obeying instruction with no questions,
Being asked, are we creating a huge school,
Where the rules are set and the students obey,
In the universities, the kids are let loose,
To pasture the over trimmed grass,
The guiding lecturers are not as alert as the teachers,
Holding the strings of degree to support the spineless,
A few have emerged from this sector as the leaders,
To lead the nation as they desired,
But their hands are tied to the old rotten woods,
That neither sinks nor floats; the journey tires the hearts,
The teachers are stoned to be quiet,
In the name of humility and trajectory,
Voices are heard in the back of the head,
But no one around to prove that it is real or fake,
As everyone is afraid of being humiliated and neglected,
The teaching preachers, please teach me,
What is good in the world of internet.