RI (15-03-1969 / Paramakudi)

A Tutor Leaves The School

A Tutor Leaves the School

Thirty sunsets gone hither down
Since a notice to thee given.
Fair doth it seem as hint ere
To superiors as condition prior
The bond with me none holds thou
And free as a bird I fly now
Grace to all, my words not suffice
For favours got in measures thrice
Thus, I depart, a low, poor tutor
To yonder places, of prospects fairer.

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hats off to the freedom u feel............................poor tutor in terms of coins yet a richer man by experience and wisdom..............it shows in the Shakespearean words....