Poem: Teacher’s Feeling

Poem: Teacher’s Feeling

Now that this cloud has moved up again
Would light come to see those third level students inside

Some young play boys and girls
Who love to be clouded
Only few want light to come down to pick their working materials

Their pens have dried
They don’t care
Why would they care
They don’t need them

Their books are mutilated and torn into pieces
They are laughing
Throwing them in the dustbin
With all the gold substance in them

Every week containers of books come to them
But they don’t mind them
They left them under rain and sun to rot
And then bury them in a deep grave

Oh! Learning is love
It is a truth
And a paideia
But they are refusing to carry the message

Ah! They only love their mobile phones
And plagiarism
They are credulous

The teacher as a stone
He refused to be moved
To throw waste on his face
So that he leaves us alone

What would you do with them
Create more light to see through the cloud
Those who see the direction and refused to follow
Those who do not see at all
Set them behind

M.M. Yusif
February, 2008