Monday, 3 October 2016

To Celebrate Education

Education is what makes the world revolve,
Education is what shall allow us all to survive
Education, more than a tool, more than a weapon
Education, priceless, without beginning and having no ending

Pray, on this day, celebrated are those involved in education's mechanisms
Mind you, these are not to be underestimated
Teachers are the guides of life
Teachers are the shapers of humanity

Thankful I am to all those who have contributed to make of me a learned individual
Thankful and grateful
Without their time and patience, without their efforts and pains
I would certainly have not been standing where I am today

Pray, a teacher I am, a teacher willing to be made of perfection
But I do have flaws, I do have faults
Yet, I do, in each dutiful opportunity, attempt my best
I do, in each dutiful opportunity, give of my whole self

Without a sound knowledge of the world and its mechanisms
Humanity would still be struggling with life's comforts
As well as with life's science
Education is liberating, education is elevating!

More, education is enlightening, pray, of my spirit soul have I learnt so much
So much that thirsting and pining for more I always am
Education is the ray of hope which lights up the world and its essence
Education is that which allows us to accept life and to submit to it as well

Education is everlasting; one certainly has to put an end to one's schooling
But one does never stop learning
We do learn every single day, every single second
We do learn and we do grow whether intellectually, spiritually, or randomly

Pray, this world is made of unending mystery
This world requires us to learn of its many secrets
So that we may keep it revolving
Yes, so that we may keep it thriving and breathing

Education, the way forward
Education, the right tool for progress
Education, my duty, my refuge, my sanctuary
Education, my mission, my aim, my grail!

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