Teacher Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

I bowed my head in obeisance to the mortal body
Of my beloved teacher who taught me in primary school
Who made me a human being with thinking capacity
And to know the bad and good of the world I live
The letters he taught in lower classes made me literate
otherwise I might have lived like with my animal instinct
His punishment was naturally a little more harsh
But the classes he gave us more exemplary and nice
The moral stories he told us in its essence and spirit
Always made us more imaginative and intelligent I think
He followed a simple life with great thoughts
Always in his mind we the students lived
He expected perfection of studies and to be studious
Discipline, hard work, and achievement with titles
From competitions in the real spirit of capabilities
Cleanliness in dressing and sanitation and cleaning
Ensured in the houses through us by his guidance
Those who are in disciplined when reported by parent
Surely there will be punishment in harsh voices and stick
Those who caged the birds and kept in captivity
Asked to let them free at once after returning to home
He will see that his orders are complied through
For which he kept an eye of inquiry in due course
Those who sang the patriotic songs in assembly
Genuinely will get an admiration from my teacher
That was the most respected reward we always expected
Those who were shabby in dressing and body languages
He will call in staff room and asked the reason
If it was due to poverty and circumstances compelled
He will let him or her free with a stern warning
Face the challenge of life with purity of mind
But no compromise at all in life situations on values
He taught us the god that saved and saves the world
And asked us to live in perfect harmony without illwill
Just like different streams in to rivers and then to sea
Different religions and thoughts of enlightened minds
Leads us to the more happiest world to live with
No quarrel each other under any circumstances
And try to live with peace and harmony with others
He advised me to go through the poems of Tagore
The great Indian Poet who is also a nobel laurate
I likes still to read Gitanjali the great poem of Tagore
The mystical experience it gives me is so beautiful
He told me to recite the ancient epics for moral upbringing
I followed the path without fail in following life
The moral stories of different texts and religions
Felt always happy to me to face the life challenges
He asked us to respect our parents, elders, and children
No doubt we followed the diktat in the correct spirit
He asked us to plant shading trees in public places
We were always happy to plant such seedlinks
He advised us to do community service whenever we can
In the youthful days always we practised the advises
My respected teacher I bow my head before your body
Through which your services rendered for humanity
Your teachings and moral stories will be ever remembered
In fact we think that you have departed only from the body
A teacher in good spirits and services have no death
He will ever live through his valuable disciples infinite.