Poem

TEACHER

A seed that falls on ground
Grows facing odds profound
Not all seeds do grow alike
Some do surrender to odds

Availability though is same
Maturity isn’t all the same
Yet neither the Sun nor the rain
Differentiate their growth

The seed of low growth isn’t
Degraded, ignored or cursed
But honoured with warmth and
Loved by the wealth of earth

So as the growth of children
Not all do grow alike
Physical, intellectual and mental
Growth varies from one to the other

Comparison kills them mentally
It’s an offense unforgivable literally
Criticism ceases their growth
Secluding them from mirth

How can we,parents and teachers
Call ourselves nobel teachers
Without ever being students?
Unless we follow the lesson
taught by the nature, we can’t be a teacher!

Raji❤