With rhymes and songs, the teacher’s
Magic embarks a new ocean.
With timeless poems and proses,
And the science and the numbers,
The teacher ignites the new boats and ships.
The Language and the grammar,
Tools of master magic,
Math magic yet another tool.
To paint a picture of thousand colors.
Guru taught me to ask questions.
You know, what he taught last.
Those were few questions.
Altogether those there three.
How? When? Where?
No. There was one more final question.
A question repeated several times.
Why? Why? Why?
It continued.
With a touch of love,
Or fondling of the thoughts,
With a spark of words,
Or the stroke of care,
Guru ignites the sleeping music in you.
Or the melodies pretending to sleep within you.
A true artist of all generations.
Is it not true?
A teacher painting the new pictures.
The new imaginations, ought to be called as an artist.
An artist
drawing thousands of student worlds,
And thousands of lives across the world-canvas.
In the new age world, with fancy dressing,
At times teaching to unlearn the learnings,
At times to discover modern learnings,
An indelible artist of all generations.
In the end, he taught one more lesson.
To convert the knowledge
Into the wisdom,
To convert the wisdom,
Into the mankind virtue.