Teacher- An Alchemist

When a flower blooms, with flamboyance, people admire,

Gardener, the caretaker, doesn't get credit entire.

A potter who molds the clay on the wheel,

Knows the strengths and the Achilles heel.

Guides a man to make muscles of iron and nerves of steel,

Determination to toil and a victorious will.

My teacher is not gold, silver nor diamond,

He is a treasure to cherish forever and beyond.

He was a redeemer for me when I was a kid,

under his supervision I grew as a plant from a seed.

Mother, for everyone, is the first Preacher,

Ocean of love and a close observer.

Father, indeed, instilled in me and channelized passion,

Lauded sometimes, sometimes gave a caution.

Nature, at every sphere of life teaches something,

Last year showed a pandemic and paused the mass rushing.

But the leaves on the trees chanting: we will bloom again and wither,

and feel the touch of a feather,

Always ready to serve mankind, be they sweet or bitter!

Sir, if you come in the rain, bring me,

the strength to withstand the tempestuous sea,

A will to sail through a cyclone inside me,

Droplets of wisdom and heart set free,

Your blessings, always around and you being an eternal companion for me!!

( Dedicated to all teachers who directly or indirectly, in person or abstract, have been a part of a crucial learning in every spheres of life of a lifelong student. Professors find a special gratitude because of their noble cause of blessing us with pure wisdom)

• -- Pranjan Arun Bhoyar