My First Teachers

My First Teachers prose poem

Uploaded by Dr.Indu Nautiyal

Here are these few flowers
To honor my first teachers
Who taught me even before
I knew how to communicate .

The first and foremost , my mother
Who was second to none but Nature
She taught me to voice my needs
Through sounds of mono syllables

And express my infant emotions
By strange but cute gestures
Sometimes through sweet smiles
Some times with tears and cries

And who could read my mind
Without my uttering a word
And sense my humblest need
As if she felt it herself .

My father who helped me enter
The big world of bookish knowledge
Starting with the first alphabet
Through the span of all three ” R”s

Having made me familiar with basics
Of manners and letters and numbers
He took me by hand one morning
And led me to my first school

And that was the start of formal learning
But not the end of their unwritten role
As my standing mentors and guides
To whom I could turn in turbulent times

And till the close of their own existence
They enriched my mind and heart
With precious gems of practical wisdom
Earned by them in the course of life

These prized pearls and moral values
I treasure as my priceless assets
That I’ll protect and uphold all through
As long as this life permits

Though the teachers may have left the scene
The legacies they leave do live for ever
And keep on growing with the pace of time
To benefit generation that are to come .

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Dr.Indu Nautiyal

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I have been a teacher for about four decades ,but even more than that , a student and learner all along --literature being my favourite subject with special love for poetry , a trait I seem to have inherited from my father,who was a very good poet ,it was he that instilled in me a deep love for poetry early in childhood . Starting as a science student ,I shifted to literature after graduation and and worked on Emily Dickinson's poetry for Doctoral degree. I don't claim to be a poet ,but do admit my inherent love for poetic utterances as and when I find them and sometimes feel inspired to give vent to my own emotions in words that seem to convey them .Honestly it happens quite effortlessly and also leaves me with an immense satisfaction .If it can be termed poetry ,all the more rewarding. .
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