A new year, and fifty <br />bright, sunny faces- <br />washed squeaky clean. <br />Looking in askance. <br /> <br />I smile, as I walk in. <br />The sun dims a little, <br />patches of clouds building up- <br />a thunder storm in the making. <br /> <br />Knowing I’m the demi-god <br />(read demon!) <br />who made it happen- <br />I know I need to switch roles.. <br /> <br />Cross the divide <br />(The Teacher’s Table) <br />And be one with the Dew Drops- <br />with them this precious moment. <br /> <br />Be not the wind, <br />but the water – adapt, carry and flow! <br /> <br />For it is in the child’s laughter <br />That the lessons of life are best learnt!<br /><br />Usha Pisharody<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-day-std-i-lessons-for-the-teacher/
