Teachers are Teachers

One day I was sitting sad
I was feeling bad
Or you may say depressed
The problem I was in
I told to none
Neither I expressed
Then came my dad
To me he asked
How are you son?
Why are you silent
Won't you talk to dad
He came near
I couldn't control tears
A few drops trickled
On my cheeks
He wiped it and told
Don't take anything to heart
You didn't complete your home-works
Assignments and you got scolded
Teachers are teachers
They are not your enemy
They are good among many
They want you to be a good child
They handle every students with due care
Sometimes with praise
Sometimes with chide
With love to mould you
To cultivate good habits
To discourage bad habits

Shashikant Nishant Sharma