IN MY STUDENTS IS MY LIFE

Bend the twigs, they will
easily bend;
No blow, no tool, no rule, they will
easily bend.
Use I not force, my frowns
well correct them;
Their pains yet I bear, and they grow
on my own stem.
I stress not them, nor hound
to grow them right;
I just grow me to take them up
and raise their height.
I sulk when they break laws,
when they tell lies;

Then they apologise, as tears
flow from my eyes.
We are bound in love, and I've
banished the rod;

When they get goodness of knowledge,
I get my God.
I walk with them for their fame
in sun and rain;
Whenever they stoop, I tell a joke
and they walk again.
Ever am I bonded to them
by genuine piety;
In my students is my life,
my soul and gaiety.

by N P Samal

Asst. Professor, IGIPS, Bhubaneswar-15

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