A Teacher

I think, he is a teacher worthy
But thinks he is unbearable
Or, tall half a student;
I think, not at all.

He goes to class room
When his wit is high
Who care about him?
All's wraths at once bloom.

I think he is quiet and calm
No one tries to understand
Students go strayed
And he beats on palm.

'Tis not a easy chair to gain
Yet, doubts grow high apart
Although, he suffers pain
None takes part.

Even the authority's high
Do not spare him a second;
He promises to mend
Although sees none nigh.

He must see through duty
I think, as well as they did
All will look pretty
He will not hide.

He will teach them
I think until he is bent
To the ages' demand
Or, all, to overwhelm.

by Pijush Biswas

Comments (10)

As far as poetry goes, this is crap. Just crap.
Being a teacher is a sublime vocation. A teacher will teach no matter what or come what may.. and regardless of his status to the society, he will teach as long as he could be.. Congrats for being chosen as member POD.10+++
'He will teach them I think until he is bent To the ages' demand Or, all, to overwhelm. '..teachers make a great sacrifice but they are seldom given support and respect they deserve. A very nice poem. Congrats.
Teaching is a noble profession but we seldom give due recognition to it, Nice poem.
This is the general phenomenon of an assistant teacher in our Subcontinent, great attempt, thanks for sharing the poem with us
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