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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 118

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee


I know a school teacher well.

Listen to him or go to hell.

He is the boss of all.

Everything is under his control.

He creates students in each field.

In front of him one must yield.

He is the sole pioneer.

He is high; others are low at every hour.

Deeply if you inquire-

a mass of air within an earthen cover

you will find, he is an empty pot,

which makes a sound lot.

I, as a child, gave him respect

but with age my knowledge cannot but detect.

I now ignore and laugh

as his lecture makes me mad half.

© 2020 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee


Ankita B on October 25, 2020:

Beautifully expressed. Nice poem.

Ann Carr from SW England on October 24, 2020:

Some teachers seem to use their profession for self-glorification and power, rather than as informing, encouraging and setting examples with kindness and humour. Fortunately most of mine were the latter.

You've summed up well the pompous ones!


Umesh Chandra Bhatt from Kharghar, Navi Mumbai, India on October 24, 2020:

Well expressed. Nice.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on October 24, 2020:


We all know a few like this.

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