Tempest of time (poems)

Tempest of time (poems)

-Kondapalli Niharini

Translated by Elanaaga

23. Learned Masters

He ties new swings to
the twinkles of your eyes;
wraps with ropes of teaching, exercises.
Fixes you as a pen or book
on the tool of time, puts you on track.
When exams are your ultimate aim
he sculpts your brain,
carves a statue of commendation.
Becomes a staff to overtake obstacles
If you are a moat of desires,
he turns into a solution,
hides the burning problem behind the forte.
When you shirk responsibility
he makes you realise your duty.
Becomes the life of the school’s premises
The teachers, professors, composers
who stimulate eyes of knowledge
teach flutter to your wings, make you a
welfare bird and enable you to fly in the sky of life.
The teacher is your panache, a wreath of flowers.

While you’re the moon,
teacher is the self-illuminating sun!
During his work of motivation
he pours out worldly knowledge for you;
becomes a book to render you a syllable.
From the time you are a tender sapling
till you turn a twenty- five- year-old tree,
he is the fertile land of prestige, decorum.
Even in this time of Corona when you
cannot shake hands with others,
teachers are lights of spirit, for they achieve it.
Teachers are the masters
who make celebrations every day.

Satyam News, Kavisamayam, 5th September, 2020

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(To be continued-)