ক্যাফে স্পেশাল (টিচার্স ডে) সংখ্যায় Kunal Roy

AN ODE TO THE TORCH BEARERS: A TRIBUTE

(5th September, TEACHER’S DAY)

The flowers of the garden blossomed,
The bees buzzed around,
The sky looked radiant,
The sun peeped through –
the passage of the foliages!
A warm cry of a new born was heard,
cuddled up!
Times followed,
the little fingers were held,
to show the world of tomorrow!
He was his father,
his first teacher of life!
Gradually aged up,
spring, summer, rainy, autumn, winter passed by,
he went to his second home,
discovered a soothing lap,
took the lessons of mind,
he was his teacher,
the beacon of light,
amid the restless oceanic waves!

Stepped out in silence,
to breathe under the open sky,
to watch the happiness of freedom,
to enter a new world!
His colleagues taught the experience,
his boss-
life is not an easy proposition!
The lap was not there,
the thorns of life,
to walk upon,
to bleed,
to suffer,
to sacrifice,
to harden the soul!

Married!
Spouse taught him-
be a little selfish,
be a little stubborn,
to survive,
to sustain!
Be a money-maker,
his children taught him!
Globe changed,
hours ripened,
for him to depart!
Death!
A final odyssey,
nothing was left behind,
the ashes kissed the earth,
dawned a realisation,
the deeds are counted,
the years are not!
The learning continues,
the teachers live long,
the grace of immortality.
Unfazed,
Unbiased!!