Teachers Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Teachers;
The tortoise,
The eagle,
The donkey,
The cat,
The lion,
The dogs,
The snakes,
The cows
And so many
Creatures including
The trees, the air,
The water, the atmosphere.
The sun, the moon,
The sky, the earth,
The light, the stars,
Teachers, all are.
Teachers,
My soul, my faith,
My truthfulness,
My sincerity,
My time,
Ny whiskey,
My drink,
My chicken curry,
All in fury.
Teachers,
Days, nights,
Peace, war,
Friends, foes,
Push, pull,
Sons, daughters,
Wife, sisters.
My dreams, my sleep,
My walk, my run,
All teachers.
To whom
I give what,
And for whom
I observe when.
I am nothing
And I am nowhere
Now and then.
Yet I open
All doors
For transfiguration,
For conciliation
And for reconciliation.
Here in stone life,
In grass life,
In sky life,
I remember the teachers,
In frozen ashes,
In birth and rebirth,
But for what, what?
I smile and I cry,
I left the place
For the love of
A true teacher.
Is he there?
Is he here?
I confused.
Yet I observe
As usual the day
For a teacher,
For teachers,
Teachers.