Teacher


I might not have millions in my bank account.
I might not be a person to grace page three of newspapers.
I am not a fashion diva nor am I scaling mountains.
Then who am I?
I am a teacher who ignites a spark that grows into a flame
A person who gives an unsure child confidence to walk in unknown terrain
A person who admonishes, encourages and keeps a child rooted
And what do I get in return?
A warm smile, a thank you and an indelible imprint on an impressionable mind
That soars to newer pastures.

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prema balaji

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I am a teacher and love to write in my spare time. I worked for a while as a journalist but now find teaching children to be my true calling.
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Dr. K.S. Bhardwaj
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Very true for past but not for today’s teachers prema balaji. I do not blame them. It is the system that has minimised the role of teacher in the society. Today the schools produce literates but not good human-beings.

Dr.Indu Nautiyal
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Dear Prema ,it is a pleasure going through your short but sweet poem .It is very close to my own experience as a teacher .

Randall Smith
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A teacher can have a job and at the end of the day she or he shuts it off. Or, a teacher can have a love of teaching and children and those students are completely different. They absorb the lessons and want to learn. From this teacher our future leaders and teachers come. Bless these teachers. This is what I got from your poem and agree with it.

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