An Ode to Teachers

A speck of dust,
A blade of grass,
Shapeless wet mud,
A petal trying to soar in the breeze,
A stream with no direction,
A dotted puzzle which seemed
difficult to solve,
Yes, that is what I was!

You
Made me feel
That I am not an ordinary dust
But a dust of gold,
I am a blade of grass
That shines,
I am a petal
That has its own fragrance,
I am a stream
That can make a whole river;
Thus, solving the puzzles
Of my life

With my head bent down
In gratitude
I thank all my teachers…
– Neelam Saxena Chandra.