WHY I WANT TO BE A TEACHER ?

Bowing before the first teacher;my mother,
And the great teacher;my father,
I can say aloud, what I will be,
Since my built; the gift of teachers.

They say,its the teacher,
who shows the God.
And the teachers'thoughts,
reflect through their children.

I feel,the blessings of teachers,when
My students' eyes sparkle with my words.
I'm sure,I can bridge the gap,
And generate power in them.

Teacher always stands as a tower
As he makes nice citizens
Its only a teacher can feel,
No envy of student's success

It's only a teacher can,
Also be a student all the time,
And can be so humble,
Even his horizons enlarge.

See,what a teacher can do?
Make others imbibe the philosophy,
Of never quitting in pursuit of excellence,
And alter the sparks to flames.

Its not the work of files,
But the file of history bow before,
What the teacher do for ever,
And that'swhy I want to be a teacher.

WOODS

The green and lovely woods are gone
We can see their pegs alone.
Birds and flies had stopped their songs
We can hear their sighs of pangs
Streams and rivers had dried and gone
Do you see their beds of grave?

Where had gone those kings of woods?
Where had gone their fearful preys?
Caves and sages died and gone, but
We had built up caves in minds!
Here are, those of crooked ways,
Calmly working in their place.

Woods are here within our minds
And woods are there around our shells!

A SOOTHING

Are you weeping, my mind ?
cooldown please my dear
your bursting fills my eyes with tears
And forces me to lose in cries.


I can't find any to tell
And those make me weep
I know,you can't think of
sins at all and
will not force me
to do any harm
But there are eyes upon you
to find in crime.


And those make you
weep all time
but try not to blame them, for
we haven't the right
to rule all things
cool down my mind, for
there are times we
have to suffer
but that will not
stay for long
peace will come
and sooth us soon!!!

Behind the Mask.......................?

Am I wearing a mask of humble manners?
Is it my real self, or it wandering elsewhere?
They say face mirrors the mind
But is it true with me?
I feel "something "smashing within
Though its reflections don't appear
A deep sea is roaring there ,
Beneath my peacefull exterior.
I can't show my true self ,
Being meek and mild a creature .
Loosing myself in pretentions
And laughing away the tears!
I can't but beat myself for
My fearfull escape from everything
I know nothing worthwhile in me
Except some notions and dreams.
How can I pluck their fruits
Being floating like a log?

RECOGNITION

This is what everyone wants
Irrespective of differences.
The baby in the cradle,
Children play mischieves,
The flaming teen-agers,
The youth,the middle aged,
Those; about  to their graves,
All,want 'it'; want to be recognised !


Hark ! what eternal questions burn us
" Who am I ? " and " who are you ?"
That also will lead to the answer
To get recognised one's identity,
To see the secret of birth
To find the purpose of living and
The question of recognition after death
Whether 'the reward' or 'punishment' awaits
What risks, what turmoils
What struggles to get recognised


What different roles we play,
A lot complaints we hear
To so many ; we answer
Many times we feel desp
Still none to realise , we feel
Even those who near to us,
Those we trow will be with us,
To whom we work everytime
wont realise us at times.


But feel not the bad of them,for
They also suffer the same
And be optimist, for, at least one,
May be the Almighty !
To give us , what we deserve
That is my recognition, and
That the eternal one !!