Teachers, Our Nightmares~~~~

Praise be to those men and women

Those who, to allow us to live and learn

Do lend us their hand, so stern,

Right since when education becomes our concern

Right from the day we recognize

That it is our duty to read and to revise

That which will make us someday, an asset

For ourselves, for our country, though yet a droplet

Men and women who labour to mould us

To shape us and to guide us

Without making any fuss

Those to whom is dedicated this verse

Teachers, our friends, our nightmares

Right from the kindergarten

Though they do care for our professional welfares

Though they do allow us to be arisen!

We do stay with them throughout our youth

Assimilating all their notes

Reciting or writing them down in rotes

Oh to you surely is this day, so well deserved!

A word of thanks to all my teachers

Thanks to you, I am, today, simply Me!