The clock- cock crows ‘ding-dong’
The eyeballs like football ‘roll and roll’
The leg-wings fly to the kitchen
The kitchen door opens ‘bur-bur.’
The feet of the teacher touch no floor,
they are the first seed tennis players.
From kitchen-store to the storage cold
The teacher dances a ’Kutchipudi’ grand.
The time when turns eight in the morning,
The meals get ready on the dining.
One likes ‘Dossa’, one likes ‘Idli’, another
Shows no deal without ‘chappatis’.
Pulling the bag from the stand at the top
The teacher on a race to the bus stop.
The ‘ton- ton' of the first bell garlands the teacher
And the lub-dub of heart goes undetected.
The children's hubbub, a Pandora’s Box opens ;
Her sweet talk-keys locks the box well.
Here comes God the student-centric learning
To adopt in teaching, modern modes and methods.
What does the producer mean by the words?
God even knows not the exact sense.
The authorities of fanciful thoughts;
Link their fancy to meaningful learning.
The teachers are just like the blind men four.
Some say,” It is the trunk of the elephant,
‘No-no’ another says, " It is the tail so long”.
‘No-no’ another says, " It is the tail so long”.
Others opine, “Winnowing ears or pillar legs.”
Knows the teacher the exact mould
To shape the young minds present in class.
The body forms a simple pendulum
Moving up down and left and right.
The extra-work gift is the gratuity,
Greeting the teacher in her activity.
Greeting the teacher in her activity.
From up, hang the do’s and don’ts
And follow her will and wit she can't.
As her head gets meddled with a hell,
The clock strikes the strokes of relief.
No doubt, a teacher soulful with spirit
And so is visible her tangible zeal.
Her body flight, takes her off at three p.m.
And it lands at the land of her dear home.
The body seeks the kitchen corner
To complete day’s work left in the morn.
Ten is the time when she nears mother ‘Sleep’
And the mother fondles her keeping in lap.
“Oh! God if you grant me a birth another,”
She prays, “Make me sure a teacher again.”
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