Western springs are sweet
Their deep fountains revives the soul
To dig and drink from these Wells
All magic carpets in the shelves to grasp
Teacher uncover these mysteries to me
Do it with a tender heart of wisdom
My mind to learn these explorations
Teacher Don't Poison My Mind
Plant these seeds in me, wisdom to abound
Water them with love, to give me more appetite
To deep drink them again, up to the brim
Fountains break loose, to unleash life
To make aeroplane and be a pilot
A syringe and be a doctor
A pen and be a teacher
Teacher show me pillows of knowledge
A shell has broken, life begins
Ignorance is dead, mind to learn
To sweep our streets clean , knowledge demands
These magic carpets to carry me around
From their cisterns, these springs flow
To fill my heart, up to the very brim
Thanks teacher for your patience
For your lips , are canopies of wisdom.
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Author:
Francis (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Teachers are very important people in our world ... This poem is encouragement to them to keep giving pure wisdom and knowledge to the society.
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A disciple is not above his teacher, but everyone who is perfectly trained will be like his teacher.
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