What you feel is all you are!

He came to meet her, all dressed in blue, Was pleasantly surprised, to see her colour-twinned                      She sat there, elegant and pril,           Her dress adorned her, surrounded her with its frill He had a tie, as white as a duck, Which flowed through the middle of his shirt, all down his neck            Her nature, the highest degree of calmness,           His too, except for the seasonal roar when stressed Her ends nurtured nature’s gift, trees, Keeping them alive, a sight pleasing to the eyes             Her appearance is pure and clear, like the crystal ball,           Donning unending patience, save the occasional God’s overhaul He is spread all over the pla...

We are born unaware, of language and its semantics, Let’s delve in to learn, in the ocean of Linguistics.           Observed through the generations, introduced in the Pedagogy,            Let’s learn about human nature in Social via Psychology. Explanation of a plethora of stories and events is a mystery, Which can be best described, by History.             Eternally amazed we may be, by the surrounding topography,             The intricate details of which, may be found in Geography. To follow the rules, be safe and be without flaw, Let’s have a closer look, at Civics and Law.               Study of autocracy, democracy and good governance,   ...

How do you think, a teacher’s tribe was born, Unaware we are, nonetheless no martyr we mourn. She possesses the wonder of ten heads working at a time, Tending to answer the queries of curious minds, with an attitude as rime. All of her tribe are experts at doing everything efficiently and ranking as one, Save some novices, who may be jack of all, master of none. Her hands reach out to the four extremes of behaviours of her students, At times eight, to coax and convince pestering parents. The whole of her dedicates, to the well-being of her students to be rightly led, By the mercy of the Saviour, on the cross whose heart bled.

They say, “Teaching is a noble profession”, Irrespective of whichever nation.         Many don’t know, what goes into the making,       Of a teacher, who tries to hold everything, from   breaking. Understanding, adorable, hardwork, perseverance, They ain’t just words, but elements of a furnace.       Where individuals are melted, conditioned and mould,       To teachers, who may be metaphored as gold. They are made to be, like iron and steel, Impossible to break, but sensitive enough to feel.       Important it is, to carve a niche for oneself,       In every small heart, a unique shelf. It is hard for a subject to leave an impression, A teacher is one, who helps students build a connection.       A teacher is a guide,...