I can write some lines about my parent who has written me. I can write some lines about the grandparents who taught me the unconditioned love. I can also write few lines about the teacher too, who taught me how to write. I can dedicate a few thought to the society as well who taught me the ways of the world. I can write about the nature which has always been the part of me.
But would that be sufficient?
I think no, but let’s try!
Here the word ‘Teacher’ has been used for everything which gives us the lessons of life!
A teacher
The designation, which comes
After father and mother
The teacher is
The testimony of kindness
Is like a potter, who shapes every ugly, useless plump clay
into utensils,
which can support some valuables for life
Is like an investor, who invest all his potential
expecting nothing about his/her own profit
Is a library, with the books enriched with
experience, knowledge and inspiration
Is like a weaver, who weaves the numerous minute fabrics
into clothes, protecting you from every climatic consequence
Is an apostle of peace, In the world full of chaos
Is a saviour from every enigma
Is a way out of every labyrinth
A teacher is not only a teacher
He is the storehouse of every possible good quality
The one who can trust on, the one which paradigm of the
noblest human being!!
– Shashank
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