Thursday, October 08, 2015

Indebted to My Teacher~




There are many names buried beneath
       The deep canals of childhood memories…
Many summers later, 
       when I think of my teachers
I stumble into the scorching 'daymare'...
It takes me a while to recognize 
       that most of them are...dead now
             …'at rest' neatly with the stars.
The 'unreachables' can be felt
and heard ....in memory, in mind
  In the shadows of life    
             lurk confusions and fears
but.... I find a harvest of light... 
       maybe, another sun per se?
These lifeless mentors are
            -the guiding lights-I think
       O' memories of them ignite   
               respect, reverence and fervour.
Thanks, thanks my worthy teachers, 
for scattering the beautiful seeds 
     of knowledge, faith and wisdom  
         and for the rarest, everlasting light.
      

http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/2015/10/poets-united-midweek-motif-teacher-one.html


“Teachers inspire you, they entertain you, and you end up learning a ton even when you don’t know it”   ---Nicholas Sparks, Dear John

20 comments:

  1. This is beautiful. In memory, their light still shines.

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  2. oy I guess some of mine are deAd now too. I bet a few would be surprised I was a teacher now too. Darlene Callahan was the one that made the biggest difference in my life. an English teacher

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  3. Oh, yes! Those canals are deep. Many of mine are also departed, though I hope is wasn't educating me/us that did them in (I've never seen that sign in your photo before!) I am old! AND yes, I have living actions in my memories of all of the ones from when I was 5, 6, 7 .... I am so glad you allowed your daymare to ride until you found the guiding lights. This is quite a beautiful poem.

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  4. Teachers are a great influence on developing children's minds. How influential they are in adapting to maturity.

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  5. What a beautiful tribute to teachers! It is sad that these days teachers are not given the respect that they deserve.

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  6. and for the rarest, everlasting light

    They were there with all dedication. They stood out, the few we remembered most!

    Hank

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  7. Honoring their lights...such beauty!

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  8. This is a beautiful homage to the enlightened souls who once a part of life and gave, inspired....

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  9. Some 'lights' do not burn out but continue to influence throughout one's life. Often, I think, we may not even remember clearly, but our life has been changed forever...

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  10. It is sobering to think of our teachers now we are older...that their light shines on is admirable and a fitting tribute here..

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  11. Such a wonderful tribute :D :D

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  12. Most of my teachers must be gone too. Now they live in my memories and in the things they taught me. You wrote a stunning tribute here Panchali.

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  13. I have a host of "unreachables" in my life too: Mrs. Shirley, Mr. Smith, Mrs. Hill, Mrs. Morrissette...and the list goes on and on and on. Thank you for this tribute to all teachers everywhere,

    To Teach the Humble

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  14. To think of the light that they imparted still lives on is humbling and you thanked them in such a beautiful way.

    Gayle ~

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  15. This is such a beautiful write--beautifully penned

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  16. Beautiful ode to the teachers

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  17. I am what i am or where I am because of my teachers they took so much pain in making me learn.. Thanks to them.

    Bikram's

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  18. Panchali,
    thank you very much.
    You made me think about their teachers.
    They were wonderful people.
    Greetings from Poland.
    Lucia

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