Among strangers faces unknown
Tears rolling on your cheeks
You cried “mom, mom”
And my heart bled!
I kissed and cuddled you
“Don’t cry little baby”
I played your mom
I played your dad
Like you I became a child!
As you grew up
Often I scolded you
But believe me
It was not real
I wanted to make a man out of you!
Did you respect me, loved me
Or hated me?
I have no answer.
I am now blind with age
But can see you my child
I can’t hear anymore
But still listen to your voice
I don’t know where you are
But feel you in my heart!
Do you remember?
I am your teacher!
A GREAT POEM PRADIP....truly said that Often I scolded you, But believe me, It was not real, I wanted to make a man out of you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
teachers are so important for all of us. they train, teach and so much more. a blessing to have them a good tribute to our teachers