Who is a Teacher?
Across the road of facts,
I see a teacher speeding with dignity and
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
He who bestows upon us the bliss
has too little to tell then do.
A teacher of course a real preacher
Is a herd of overflowing knowledge?