To Teach and Learn

I have always loved poetry. My all-time favorite is Ulysses by Tennyson. At the moment I am teaching 'We are Seven' by William Wordsworth and it is a joy to read it aloud with my students. Every word conjures pictures so vivid that I can't help but live the moments and sing the song. Before reading the poem, my students wrote their own poem on the title 'We are seven' and that was an overwhelming experience to draw the pictures with their words. Pictures of seven stars that wrote, pictures of seven friends they spoke, and pictures of the seven beautiful colors of the rainbow arched over snow-capped mountains and the wide-open sky did they draw. It is a beautify poem, 'We are Seven', the simplicity with which Wordsworth touches on the subtle pleasure of being innocent and living in ignorance of death and the bliss that follows. We Are Seven BY  WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ———A simple Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every l...

Apprehensive torrents purge my bay, The once tranquil atmosphere now fades Like the morning mist giving way to the day When I behold this pure creature, I made. Pure he is, like the heavenly dove Born into this unforgiving time Where you can feel the cry of ravished love Tainted with cruelty prime. Therefore, this is an honest prayer From an honest father for his young son Like the true words of a soothsayer Let my words shine like the bright sun. May he grow strong and tall Become wise with fulfilling stern May he never fall But when he does let him learn May he live up to his name “Gephel” the increaser of merit Let his path be laden with fame And bring joy to all true credit Joy of the spiritual kind In this tired times of crazy gale With a rich matured wise mind Let him in his purpose never fail May he grow like the vast ocean Bearing a fulfilling rich face Dedicated to humane and spiritual motion Bestowing upon beings the kind of love a...

A teacher is known to mould, The young minds as told. We give but don’t take, For theirs and our conscious’ sake. The tasks are mighty high, But still the limits are like sky. We toil on the trace, Keeping our face. We are said to be the light, That shine through the darkest night. But people don’t know a teacher’s a mule, Working and burning his fuel. Day and night, Fighting like a brave knight. We follow the tiring tread, To earn the future bread. We give but not know to fake, To serve and to make. The future with our touch, But it is only this much. Sad it is to know, That every one is a foe. Every voice is cruel, Forwarded to a crazy duel. It is not warm, Like a barren farm. Every thing is strange, Which needs a swift change. To lift up the spirit of a teacher, Like a filmed feature. Motivate and raise desire, Like the warm bright fire. Thus I urge, To let my soul merge. With the heavenly dove, To bestow love. Not bothered with critics,...

Modern day Knight I call myself a modern day knight for they call me ‘Sir’, The sword of knowledge do I hold To chop off ignorance in those naïve faces, Their heads, which lie on their shoulder. My purpose is noble and civilised manners do I nurture In their young mind the honesty of truth. I teach them how to shield themselves From the apprehensive torrent of this unforgiving world. The armour that I wear is stronger than the toughest metal For it is smitten by love and care. And it shines even in the darkest hour Reminiscence of the goodness that it bestowed upon humanity. Every day I shout in the class as if I am crying out a Battle Cry. Every day I toil, sleepless nights do I spend To prepare for polishing my young warriors to face life This seems no less than a battle. I give, I take, I teach and learn, I toil, I suffer, I enforce, I care And at the end of each day my reward is being called ‘Sir’. There is a profound expression On th...