A song of appreciation

M Minakshi Devi
The sun gleams bright, its the 5th of September today,
Children in uniform rushes school with flower bouquets, so happy and gay;
Their excitement seems to have no bound, as I saw,
Making me recall my mentors today, as I stood beside the window.
Today is so warm, my mind urges me to write,
The untold story of my teachers, the day today is perfectly right.
Our teachers were like lit candles, lighting up our path through darkness,
When dilemma struck us, they cleared every bit of mess.
Power house of knowledge they stand firm with dignity,
An aim they hold to uplift their pupil and flourish their ability.
With clarity of mind, they guide us like angel rays,
As calm as water rushing on golden sand crashing along the bay.
They stood as sturdy as a tree, to spread their branches to influence,
And shade us from conflicts to earn enough endurance.
Our teachers pass the treasure of knowledge to every generation,
Moulding us from raw clay to future 'Pillar of the Nation'.
Once, their series of lecture on discipline might left us fast asleep,
Though today we realize the message it carried so deep.
Holding a weapon of knowledge, they have enough power,
To enlighten our future with blessings they shower.
Our teachers are an incarnations of inspiring beings with amazing attitude;
Today we promise to be forever respectful with all our gratitude.        
        "HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY"