Teachers

Not the Syllabus but a mentor moulds our belief,

Wrongly they practiced or else why exists grief;

Innumerous were schooled within the walls,

Urban or rural, still peace crawls amongst all;

We witnessed how projectors diffused,

Into temples of learning, politicking stews;

The poorer the land, more hunger games,

Inhabitants/students embraced with no guilt or shame;

The well healed too succumbed to this ordeal,

Insecurity amongst them, text books sealed;

Perturbed they were for recognition & awards,

This complex touched all lands, big or small;

Arduous, not to teach, but to transform minds,

Politicos, turned the academicians eyes blind;

Then became habit, pattern was erected,

Proliferated, inebriated, but never corrected;

Reform if not witnessed here, then would be carried,

From this planet to another, one cult to succeeding creed;

So prayeth to evolve good administrators & precepters,

As terra needs refined teachers, not theoretical successors :)

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2017