Dulal Mukherjee

(Kolkata)

Teacher


Students are they who a pose do assume
With folded hands sit on the bench I presume.
Students are they who attend to lesson
Scholastic lectures during probation.

Reading the black-board count the sums more
Lend the ears yours, learn quick ever before.
Study the black-board that seems to be skies
Showing the letters that flash in your eyes.

Revere your teachers who let you hear
Prevent the scoffers, you are not to bear.

Father is your teacher, teacher your mother
Teacher you should revere, if there is other.
Blessings of your teachers is a gain again
Begin your journey the fortune to regain.

Submitted: Saturday, June 01, 2013
Edited: Saturday, June 01, 2013

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