Sorry tale of a teacher

Sorry  tale of a teacher

Translated by

P.R.Ramachander

Keeping  his hand  daily  on the black board,

He daily breathes  the   dust of Chalk,

Teaches, Teaches   and teaches,

And  with lung filled   with  chalk

He has   the constant pain    always  there.

When the teacher punishes  the student,

With a great sorrow , so  that the student  ,

Does not become useless, he  is punished   by the society

That society  which has  the  so called love  for the student

Because   the teachers    are  the ladder  of progress,

Most of the people  trod on them    and  they    cry  in great pain,

And to  them  who   get salary   which always keep them  poor,

Further  insults  and insults  are added so that  they  always  cry

For   shouting   and shouting  , so that  all students should hear ,

Inside  and outside  his class , to which  ,  no one bothers.

The society   shouts  at  him   as if he is a useless  animal

Just like  shouting  at   the artist  thinking  that  he is wounding the stone,

While  he  is  working  hard  to make  A god out of it.

He who goes to school in    the morning   as a teacher  ,

Returns home   in the evening    as parent of his child,

With pain in his mind  that  , he does  not have any  money,

To pay his child    the heavy   fees   in the college,

And he  spends   sleepless  night  tossing in his bed .

One side  pressure    for progress of his  own students,

Another side  the students     who refuse  to cooperate,

And in the middle  and the crushed   teacher, gets lots,

Of bad name   that he spoils   future  of children

They will say  today they    do social service,

Tomorrow   they will  sacrifice  them    for  no reason at all,

Today they will call them  architect of future and tomorrow   the enemy of progress,

Whether  they will live or die   , they will  die as a  teacher,

They will be gods of knowledge  who do their job ,

With  sincerity  , honesty  and of course  poverty