A Poem for Beloved Teachers

Morning breeze hit your face
The coldness of morning air envelop your steps
Struggling just for a success

Thinking only for a glory

There is no poem which as beautiful as your word
There is no song which as beautiful as your smile
There is no a day without your devotion
There is no love without your willingness

Day continues to change
But, no boredom looks in your face
No fatigue painted on your forehead
To educate people endlessly

If you have tired of stepping
I will continue your struggle
If you are not able to walk anymore, you will still be useful
Because, you are the trully unsung heroes.