My Profound Pedagogues
My Profound Pedagogues ! And then, I was all away from my home the black boards, the dusty chalks, dusters... It was said , I am in school , but no matter what, I always searched for my mother. My teary eyes were then blurred when she came with a gentle touch on my shoulder, And then she said I am Your Teacher ! And like her, many hands patted over me ... Days passed , and my tears vanished, as I Grew, I was cleared, corrected, criticised But her love was the same as the day one. The teacher , Trashed my traumas Enriched my ideas Arranged my chaos with clarity Cherished my dreams Heard me with compassion Enacted many Concepts Ruled many Roles, The faces were different , When some said squares and variables, others dealt poetic devices and dispersion when some dusted the boards with the rusted roots and aspiring asteroids others made it creative and colourful. Those were not merely voic...