There are many
names buried beneath
The
deep canals of childhood memories…
Many summers
later,
when I think of my teachers
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
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
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.
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
This is beautiful. In memory, their light still shines.
ReplyDeleteoy 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
ReplyDeleteOh, 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.
ReplyDeleteTeachers are a great influence on developing children's minds. How influential they are in adapting to maturity.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful tribute to teachers! It is sad that these days teachers are not given the respect that they deserve.
ReplyDeleteand for the rarest, everlasting light
ReplyDeleteThey were there with all dedication. They stood out, the few we remembered most!
Hank
Honoring their lights...such beauty!
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful homage to the enlightened souls who once a part of life and gave, inspired....
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and heartfelt
ReplyDeleteSome '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...
ReplyDeleteIt is sobering to think of our teachers now we are older...that their light shines on is admirable and a fitting tribute here..
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful tribute :D :D
ReplyDeleteMost 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.
ReplyDeleteI 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,
ReplyDeleteTo Teach the Humble
To think of the light that they imparted still lives on is humbling and you thanked them in such a beautiful way.
ReplyDeleteGayle ~
This is such a beautiful write--beautifully penned
ReplyDeleteBeautiful ode to the teachers
ReplyDeleteI am what i am or where I am because of my teachers they took so much pain in making me learn.. Thanks to them.
ReplyDeleteBikram's
Panchali,
ReplyDeletethank you very much.
You made me think about their teachers.
They were wonderful people.
Greetings from Poland.
Lucia