Who is a Teacher?

Across the road of facts,

I see a teacher speeding with dignity and

Command

All day and night I wonder where

In the world did all these come from?

Uoila! One morning as I see the dew grapes

Of knowledge pouring down,

I see the preacher in its mighty flow,

In the dome of wisdom.

He who screams and shouts,

With no fear of whatsoever

As I wonder where did these nosy parkee

Come from?

He who bestows upon us the bliss

Of knowledge,

has too little to tell then do.

A teacher of course a real preacher

Is a herd of overflowing knowledge?