FALLACY IN GLORIFYING TEACHER'S DAY!

Teachers are respected across the world with warm gratification

None dare to vie their attributes in an available social structure

They kindle the essence of learning with an exquisite flame

Centuries long their endeavors act as a flint to enlighten

Myriad are benefited for their sincere effort

They truly are an axiom for their enriching form

To draw reverence from every section of lives at random

They only having the capacity to construe their own cult

But having no fancy to be treated as a charismatic stunt!

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We human tend to celebrate a day as Teacher’s Day

As a token of appreciation for their existence in a fray

Where financial status playing the major role only to bring dismay

Teachers need to heed that too are a bait in modern educational system

Which brazenly ignore their role in any modest frame

A nexus nakedly emerge with a new progeny as educational shark

Their presence across the world making huge stark

Students in modern society no longer desirous to acknowledge teachers invaluable contributions

Parents making the crucial role for encouraging to obliterate them with grand tribulations

They struggle simply to eke out

But unfortunately their students never raise their voices for them in loud

They tend to ignore the ladder enabled them to reach to the apex

Having no sense when they will be falling down

There will no teacher to offer their soothing lap to avail

Poor teachers having no grudge against their pupil under any pretext

They love them as their own wards with their utmost interests

They only can bear the pain without displaying their distress

In exchange they only crave their wards happiness with sheer grace!

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Being a successful one in future course of life

We eat and drink and encouraged to be marooned with worldly pleasure without hearing any jibe

And eventually fall in a ravine without an iota of hype

Hardly could we human envisage the outrage of our spleen

How our organic configuration draw our forthcoming catastrophic realm

How we consider our preceptors as hay just to satiate our gleam

Considering they would suffice by our mercy

Not knowing we alone scripting our obituary out of our brazen expression of travesty!

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There should not be a Day to celebrate for teacher, father, mother, sister, brother or lover

All along the year we need to render our tribute and fervor

They all appear as distinct in human spectrum

All having a unique reflection in human cerebral to construe a distinct realm

Without the presence of light

Can we fathom the veracity of colors and its might?

If centuries long human civilization teach us to forget the past

Our forgetting inclinations only trigger us to transform ourselves with a stature engulfed with rust!