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